Photo Poem

The golden sun floats above the clouds. Giving a ray of silver gold aura. Divine sight of regeneration. The light that shine down on the living. Comes every morning at the same time. The day grows long and wavered. The water reflecting the image of it's surroundings. The noisy colors that shout. Every living creatures looks to see. Not only you or me. We reminisce the beauty that we seek. The trees bright green swaying and revealing the wind. When it tilts the tree just awkward. The image shows just that movement. The swing that hangs from it. Looks like a ghost is sitting on it. The still movement of on moment is a bliss. Down to the ground we look. The light shines on a ant mound. Leaves blowing slowly around it. Sand glistening were the ants have drop them. Waves by the lake side show movement. The sands that the ants have moved is blown away. The aggravation of nature is sound. World is a place of movement. The light strikes on one side of the planet. Shows images that is as beautiful as time. From the smallest things in our world to the biggest. We are the image makers that takes a photo.