#WhisperingNature

Trees dance far away, in the midst of july,
no clouds are seen, only glass clear nightsky.

Sunglasses on my sun freckled cheeks, as
I lay on the beach, eating cheetos.

sounds of water surround my mind,
while the lights of little fireflies pass me by.

whispers by the sand as people walk,
it’s talking to me, mocking people that talk.

Until sleep draws me close, and
nature‘s beauty insists for the day’s end.

© Dorothea.S