sexta-feira, outubro 27, 2006

Chris O'Bee

foto retirada da net



Kew Gardens

Wistful clouds floating up on high
Forming beautiful images, as they sailed on by.
The whispering breeze guiding their serene flight,
Pursued by moon beams, as day turned to night.
A sprinkle of rain drops, glistening in the trees,
Standing ever taller, water teasing their golden leaves.
Mother nature at her best, as the sun disappeared from view,
As I turned for home, to leave these beautiful gardens of Kew.
Content in the knowledge, I would soon return,
To enjoy, again, this peace, for which I so yearned.

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