Thursday, July 4, 2013

The hippy girl in my sole.

   These mountain's hover coolly in the skies peaceful clouds. There peaks dancing along the sky line, dipping and rolling like a dancer in her very best grove.
    These trees stretch toward the havens , They shade the world below and bath in the rain.
     Tiny mushrooms sprinkled on the forest floor, break through the layer of fallen leaves. there seems to be a lovely romance between the mountains, and the cool summer rain.
      I can not see the sun set because of the thick clouds, but the world around me grows dark, and the steady rhythm of the rain sings a lullaby to the animals.


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