Filtered light through trees runs so deep
Cygnets follow their Mama—peep peep peep
Atop the the lake, they go to eat their next meal
Not a thing disturbs them in a scene so surreal.
Caresses of the breeze enter the scene
Grass blades respond in swishes quite serene
Mountains watch from afar—their jagged peaks crack the sky
Into a cloudless expanse, an inverted ocean so high.
A perfect vision for those lost in their woods
For at the end, nature paints all that is good.
Even the cygnets disappear into this bliss with their mom
Apocalypse swells within a weeping willow's womb
Filtered light through trees
Runs
So deep cygnets follow their Mama.
Peep, Peep, Peep.
Atop the lake they go to
Hunt
Their next meal and not a thing disturbs them.
In a scene so surreal
Caresses of the breeze enter the grass.
Blades
Respond in swishes so austere
Mountains watch
From afar, their jagged
Peaks crack the sky
Into a cloudless expanse
Perfect vision
For those lost in their woods
Nature paints a scene in our mind, so far
And even the cygnets disappear with Ma Ma.
About the Creator
Reiley
An eclectic collection of the fictional and nonfictional story ideas that have accumulated in me over the years. They range from all different sorts of genres.
I hope you enjoy diving into the world of my mind's constant creative workings.
The Cave Part 6
If you have ever heard a tale about yourself that you cannot remember and doubtless think is made up, you will know how I felt when Tharkin related all that the eagle had seen of me before my memories were scattered. Of far distances and traveling companions that I did not recall, camping out under the stars and making our way to the mountains with deliberate purpose. The great bird had lost contact with my party once we entered the forests, and the seven other members were not seen again by him or his brethren since.
By Jamye Sharp6 days ago in Chapters
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