Asleep Here, Awake There
Sometimes we forget just how deep, a person's thought can get,
One minute you're staring plainly at a portrait painted in green and all sorts of natural hues,
the next minute you're living inside it.
Picturesque!
Walking round a bucolic field of flowers, letting the tip of your fingers brush the lush plants,
Revelling in the wispy scent of Hyacinth, honey-suckle with a hint of vanilla.
A tune playing in the background in a slow classic cadence,
The bird's chirping harmonising beautifully with it,
The cushy feel of carpet of green grass underneath your feet,
As you bath in the orange sun, that is painted for the character...
You just get lost in the comfort...totally Enthralled!
#ArtisticEmotions
© Catherine
One minute you're staring plainly at a portrait painted in green and all sorts of natural hues,
the next minute you're living inside it.
Picturesque!
Walking round a bucolic field of flowers, letting the tip of your fingers brush the lush plants,
Revelling in the wispy scent of Hyacinth, honey-suckle with a hint of vanilla.
A tune playing in the background in a slow classic cadence,
The bird's chirping harmonising beautifully with it,
The cushy feel of carpet of green grass underneath your feet,
As you bath in the orange sun, that is painted for the character...
You just get lost in the comfort...totally Enthralled!
#ArtisticEmotions
© Catherine