Southern Comfort
Winding trails of black ribbon...
Masterful artist
his landscapes will give you chills...
They call them weeping willows,
For the willows know the seasons...
Her new green dress hangs
sublime, floating shy and coy...
Night rain on leaf
paternal maternal lullaby...
Wings of pure beauty,
Fly across the red sunset...
The beast looks just like me
His very presence, sucks the light out of the day...
Gentle rippling rapids on rocks
Soothing whispers beckons to drift...
Nestled in the greenery yellow flowers sway in the...
And everyday bees visit them to lightly touch and...
What would happen if the sun never came up in the...
And if we never had that warmth, that nice...
The stars of night are awakening,
Though tired from their slumber...
The eyes of the stars are watching,
And laughing at the world...