The morning sun fills the canvas of the
sky with flowing colours of orange and
red ,as if painted by a brush.
It brings those dead emotions
alive on once blank easel
which now holds a vibrant picture.
Fluffy clouds playing a peek-a-boo with
the sun, create a magical game of
light and darkness.
My mind wanders freely
in the misty lair formed
by those flocculent, billowy, white puffs.
Oblivious of the past gloom, I now
enter a realm of celestial bliss.
I stare in awe at the splendid beauty
of Nature as it unfolds itself with
vivid hues of scarlet and tangerine.
An aura of bliss enwreathes me.
All Writing.Com images are copyrighted and may not be copied / modified in any way. All other brand names & trademarks are owned by their respective companies.
Generated in 0.09 seconds at 4:49pm on Nov 10, 2024 via server WEBX2.