Nature is More Pretty

Nature is More Pretty

There is a faded blue house that stands as a simple fixture.

Yet, the tree that's casted over here and there, gives the most vibrant literature.

A story sang by nature.

Here that story is the same. It takes no adventure.

Just shadows busying about without a clear picture.

Talking about things; we dreamt about in a reality' s drought.

Oblivious, to a Nature's Jublillee and wildwind movements; so pretty.

I decided to take in the breathes of sweet and candid Beauty.

Making them part of my home and ex'd out the gloom of the home bodies.

I'd rather not be like the fixtures seen in the pictures without motion but in motion like the elements that resonates and shifts my dreams into the manifested; Jubilee.

I dance with the shadows of the Tree.