Silent Night

AS I LAY IN THE MIDDLE OF THE GOLDEN GRASSFIELDS OF MOTHER NATURE I ADMIRE THE CALMNESS WITHIN MY SOUL THE STIL, BUT SOOTHING, WIND BLOWING THROUGH THE TREES KINDLY GREET THE EMERALD GREEN LEAVES THAT SEEM TO EMBRACE THE WINDS ATMOSPHERE THE BOASTFUL FLOWERS FLAUNT THEIR MULTICOLORED PETALS FOR ALL THOSE TO IDOLISE THEM THE DISTANT MOUNTIAN TOPS ARE COVERED IN PURE WHITE SNOW – NOT EVEN THE SUN DARES TO MELT ITS FROZEN AND THICK INNOCENCE THE SMALL TREE CRITTEERS SCURRY AROUND TO AVOID THE LETHAL TALON OF THE BOLD EAGLE THAT SOARS UBOVE THE SAPPHIRE SKY BUT ONCE THE SUNSET ARRIVES… ALL THOSE WHO WERE BOASTFUL, INNOCNET AND BOLD... SURRENDER THEIR UNIQUE ABILITIES TO SETTLE DOWN - AWATING FOR THE PEACEFUL NIGHT TO ARRIVE MELISSA VERWEY (21)