I Love Sunsets and Sunrises
The morning mist kisses short blades of grass
And caresses the trees reddening berries ,
The dawn throws out flashes of colour sparkling in the cool morning sunlight
Like miniature crystals lighting up the field for a nursery group of geese ,feeding furiously before they take flight , following their leader to greener pastures.
The calm looking sky is the coolest of blue ,
With a soft clingy lining of orange tinted clouds , allowing the warm sun room to bow and shoot shadowy images of the dark fingers of nature , lengthening, stretching, stroking, eerily.
Autumn is upon us ,the seasons drift by so quickly, time is passing like fine soil sifting through parted fingers, welcoming yet another dramatic change .
And caresses the trees reddening berries ,
The dawn throws out flashes of colour sparkling in the cool morning sunlight
Like miniature crystals lighting up the field for a nursery group of geese ,feeding furiously before they take flight , following their leader to greener pastures.
The calm looking sky is the coolest of blue ,
With a soft clingy lining of orange tinted clouds , allowing the warm sun room to bow and shoot shadowy images of the dark fingers of nature , lengthening, stretching, stroking, eerily.
Autumn is upon us ,the seasons drift by so quickly, time is passing like fine soil sifting through parted fingers, welcoming yet another dramatic change .
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