The sun below the horizon pushes
up from beneath the forest trees
on the hill near by.
It paints with magnificent colours
of orange, red, and purple on
the canvas of a dark blue sky.
Creatures in the wood open
their eyes and the birds
begin their chorus' sweet.
The ground, covered with the
brightest of green, sheds it's dew
in this new found heat.
Behold a river in it's glory is caught
still for one moment by this radiant light
then moves on it's erstwhile way.
Sit with me oh Lindsey of Kent and we'll
watch the night and it's frighted approach
as it nears the brink of day.
3 comments:
That's cool... but what the heck does Lindsey of Kent have to do with it??
I don't know! LOL! =D it just sounded cool. I like the name! =P
yeah mel, I was wondering what inspired you to use that name lol! it sounds english,
~Ems
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