Gazing
Gazing over the land the verdant mist of becoming moist with the dew of life glistening in the yellow rose warmth. Gazing over the land golden stalks of being heavy with the fruit of life swaying in the red orange heat. Gazing over the land brown in the existence of past punctured with needles of loss drying as life diminishes. Gazing over the land black from life no longer Slick from the rains of sorrow. Shining as the mirror of future. Gazing over the land the verdant mist of becoming ...
Beto ‘Riginale
15 December 2019