The meadow
#WritcoPoemPrompt34
At the edge of the furthest mountain,
Between the valley and the lazy river,
Beyond the edge of the scented meadow,
I can see the hues painted by the setting sun... I watched has the meadow descended into the Earth and the life drew it forces from the trees...
At the edge of the furthest mountain,
Between the valley and the lazy river,
Beyond the edge of the scented meadow,
I can see the hues painted by the setting sun... I watched has the meadow descended into the Earth and the life drew it forces from the trees...