•What I see : a beautiful scene on a bright day.
•What I feel : I feel that bright days reveal so much hidden beauty.
On the bright days
On the bright days,
the path that leads home,
are hidden in plain sight,
but we'd rather have our fill of the scenery than go home.
On the bright days,
The green of the land is green,
The sun smiles,
The flowers blush,
The procession of trees on the hill, is suddenly a beautiful strip down the mountains.
On the bright days,
The rooftops are aesthetic,
The clouds are a skyhigh beaut,
And the skies are a cloud of artistic dexterity,
Colours have so many shades,
and yet radiate light.
On the bright days,
the beauty of the land is a new revelation,
The contours we never noticed,
The silent voices are loud,
And so much detail is bare.
©TheUltimate
09-07-23