The mother of imagination
Feel the wind,
Feel the rain desend.
Go on and close your eyes,
Feel our Rebirth.
Feel as we tread the earth.
Open your eyes,
See nature as it smiles.
Breath in this tranquility,
Can you sense earth's stability?
Nature is beauty at its purest,
Listen as the crickets beat the drums.
Watch as love is at its truest and ripest form.
This is where imagination is born,
It doesn't get anymore original.
Copyright © Ettie Christian-Bowling | Year Posted 2016