Awakening

Word: Zephyrean




Sunlight skips across the rise and dips of lush emerald fields enchanting a parched soul.

The view; evokes excitement that courses through eager veins.

Unable to resist a journey through the plain of rich carpet rolling across the country side.

Pausing in the meadow, while lily shoots dance in the crisp zephyrean breezes.

Earnestly inhaling the scent of natures revival into deprived lungs.

The happy heart basks in the glorious, warming rays.

Forgotten is the cold, darkened season of the hidden sun, that held the soul captive.

Eyes long covered in scales enjoys the fresh view of an awakening earth.

The parched soul replenished, revived with a new vision.