<My best piece so far.
WILD
Green that knows no bounds,
The taste of droplets from waterfalls rushing down aged rocks,
tearing down like white wool curtains,
splasing down like bubbles of wine.
the anonymous smell of air
announcing the existence of nothing,
The misty mountain peak,
A firmament within reach.
the anxiety of warm sun rays piercing and tracing through every space and cover.
A joy of wild romance of dew and lilly.
An enchanting kiss that releases the perfumes of the petals to a scentless world...
an orchestra of humming birds giving voice to the morning in reward of fresh nectar,
dew drops on flowers like crystal crown lite by morning light.
A countenance of joy and free spiritedness.
The insanity of wind expressed in the dance of trees...
tantrums of red,orange and then fading pink,a magic of the horizon at sunset.
Soldier ants with swollen chest devoted to glorious parade of black.
A PUSH TOWARDS NO BOUNDS,TOWARDS NO LIMITS,TOWARDS FREEDOM...
THE WILD.
