Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Saturday, May 17, 2008

That is Life


I can still hear the water as it makes its way down stream and the foliage of late spring has a come to life time green. The red winged black bird perched high up in the three squawked a sound that sounded more like laughter then a bird in a tree. I spun around and viewed nature at its best and somehow I knew that it was all part of this life long test. So many questions unanswered in the breeze, warm and yet exciting I'm still not sure what they all mean.

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