Quiet Thunder
Far away, out in the evergreens cometh a tumultuous sound of nature
So distant yet so near, magnetic arms of serenity just waiting to allure
High, rugged mountains, a perennial playground for big goats and big cats
The desolate valley to the foot, a vestige of meekness and a suspended moment of wildlife acts
The constant flux of a raging river, as the water thrashes against the rocks to and fro
A lake that echoes the sweet sound of tranquility and stability, a place where the ducks can go
Tall pines and almonds wavering here and there as mother-nature exhales from her breast a wind of exuberance
Sun flowers and daffodils basking in the light of sun, a picturesque moment for romance
Copyright © Stewart Watkins | Year Posted 2020
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