To speak quite freely, yet so vaguely. To use a gracious precision, and such a strong since of valor. Rest and pay a brief homage to the estranged wisdom of those who have long since past.
The proud, yet the radiant sun shines on. Strong, bright, and brilliant through a sea of flowing white clouds over head. A true ruler of his own domain. Master and commander of the open skies, the mighty eagle sits perched high above the valley green. Watching ever so valiantly as a small horde of wild horse's race free. Stampeding their way across the many thickets below. Pushing onwards, towards the cooling refreshment of the clear blue rivers edge.
A stream of smoke bellows up from a top an old crooked stack, nestled on the side of a quant little cottage down by the water. The quiet trickling of the old mill can be heard running from far behind the small log shack. The soft sounds of children playing far off in the hills. Laughter fills the tree tops as the birds hum their peaceful melodies through out the valley green.
A somber breeze flows in over the fields. So eager to sooth the wounds left behind from the vigorous summers sun.
"So peaceful was the day....
On this the valley green."
"Thoughts and Dreams"
Pg 104
Copyright 2015
D.J Messer
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