A Poem

 She looks to the East,
 the sun's soft light caressing her face like warm, friendly fingers.
She opens her arms,
closes her eyes
and breathes deeply of the crisp morning air.
The wind stirs and blows the hair from her face.
She sits down on the soft carpet of grass, slightly wet form dew.
Everything is still.
Everything is quiet.
Everything is peaceful. 
                  ~Alley Caroline

1 comment:

Aidyl Ewoh said...

That picture… Wow!