branches curling
down by the rippling, round-eyed stream
leaves unfurling
like the coattails of a fairy queen
drawing my attention away from the task at hand
gently reminding me of the significance of this land
oh! how i pity those who have forgotten the tranquility
of being softly kissed by nature in its blooming fertility
YOU ARE READING
the shepherd's sword
Random[the things we dare not say aloud] the walls have faces, you know. the angels do not.
