Freedom Of Nature

The morning was dreary and warm,

With a soft breeze,
Moving across the land with natures' charm,
And through the partially leaved trees

Searching the scenery across the still town,

The fullness thereof could be observed for miles around,
Surrounding the small town were oak trees;
Firm and sound,

Hope it was only a bad dream

It's never going to be, the way it seemed
Shelter lies dormant amidst it's beckoning plough
leaves, trees & birds

The cool breeze of the day warms your face

Solitude
Transformed illumination
A quest to reach toward the stars