Forest

[Artguy]

Rebirth came in the early evening among the grasses and sage at the edge of the forest. The smell of pollen and bees drifted by. A large wingspan casts its' shadow slowly circling the field, once eclipsing the waning sun. Surely rodents are scurrying for cover or they will end grasped by eager talons. The grasses tall, whisper the voice of a breeze sweeping their golden tops, some already burdened with seeds to fall and sprout. Shadows cool and dark play tricks amongst the trees of the forest ahead. Light flickers then recedes, trunks shades of brown then blue falling to a new darkness, the green of their tops wave silver greetings. Strange streams of sun beam deeper in those beckoning woods. Innocent chirps play an evening song...

[WIREMAN]

Picture painted in my mind, this is a feeler and inspiring bit of word play.....I definitely enjoyed....thanks

[stilltrucking]

thanks I needed that

[goldenmyst]

It has been too long since I've visited a forest. Your piece reminded me of that with exquisite sublimity of deep forest peace. Superb.

John