Tuesday, July 14, 2009

I’ll wake up in a forest
Up on top of a mountain
Nightly I’m on the rise
I come to rest as I awaken
Rivers and lakes always on the move
Inspires my movements, from rise to fall
Inspiration from seasons
Leaves turn green to gold
Reborn every morning
I’m cool air on the rise
From forests to deserts
Tumble weeds to trees
From the flats, hills to mountains
Where the sun climbs and drops
Between peaks and valleys
Between dreams and reality

1 comment:

aigin larki said...

i like this very much..very very much