Friday, 25 April 2008

The Morning, Art and Poetry

Shadows born upon the morning light

Creating beauty within mortal sight

Living trees appear above the mist

In nature's stillness love and truth exist

But soon the silence will be broken

By the slightest word that will be spoken

And the many shades of misty gray

Will fade into the things we say

And Man's emotional thought

Will find a world all at fault

1 comment:

Ben said...

cant discern the "many shades of misty gray" all the times, but when we do, there is nothing at fault in the world :)

really enjoyed your writing budz!