Seven sisters shining,
stars of the sky at night...
The sacred night shines until morn.
This night was a special one though...
Spring,
grass turning green...
Lilies dance around,
As their sprouting all along...
The blowing of the breeze,
Swaying the beautifully created field of flowers...
Clouds sway and move with the wind, bending at its...
Moving gracefully with the flow of time...
Every evening
Birds are singing...
Rain is falling down, and the air feels cool
The storm that once was, is no more...
I'm on a midnight run
Across the Milky Way...
....Poetry is art
natural beauty is one...
Cool breeze gushing past me
Loving every moment of my journey...
Upon the edge-wood
I ride against thunder...