Wednesday, July 29, 2009

The forest

Green running free and endless. The forest trees tall, creepers carpet the ground velvet, flowers brocade the green with pink and yellows. My heart beats in my chest as I run with the wind here. Pleased to see the trees don't end and the design continues under my feet. I fear if I touch the tiny petal it would create ripples in this design.

The forest in the valley is like the life of a candle, tough wheatish mountains protect it, like hands protect the flame.

1 comments:

Saibal Barman said...

A sweet blend of an artist's impression and a poet's reflections on amazing art of Nature!
Last two lines signify how close such is to soul !!
Regards,