Whispering Valley
Wind brushes the grass in waves
Its current explodes through the hidden fields
Paths of passion are left unpaved
As the breath of god does all but yield
The leaves of the trees are gathered in masses
Collectively chanting their hymns of life
Through each twig and vein the bitter air passes
The ensemble of the still is brought to life
The hills stand firm with their heads to the storm
Fighting the push with reinforced pride
They may hold their ground but they’ll mangle and form
Forget the cost they’ll refuse to cry
Above a painting with the depths of infinity
Reveals the fury of endless stars
The unknown is converted to purity
And the eyes that behold it are ours
Copyright © Josh Adams | Year Posted 2016
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