Blue Skies
Sweet and gentle,
the wind creates motion,
plant-life sways creating
an illusion of glimmering colour.
The sound of the buzzing life hidden
amongst it gives life to a once deserted
land.
The smell of the many flowers is carried
by the slight breeze almost teasing
the senses one beholds.
An ocean of colour floods the
unaware mind creating many
images of how life flows in petite
waves.
A gentle blue dominates the skies
dotted with the purest of white,
sunlight feeds the processes that
are hidden from sight.
The softness of the grass is like
silk against new born skin.
Energy governs this place then yet
life itself is overlooked by many.
Many secrets still unknown and
kept almost jealously are awaiting
their turn to be released under
these gentle blue skies for nature
is something of a hidden treasure.
Copyright © Leighann Anderson | Year Posted 2011
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