...from that day
his rested eyes scan a lazy land,soft hills roll slow then settle grasses green feed greedy of the sun until brown this day life sounds of the hum drum of cattle a sun blushes blue beneath a sun singing in yellows dark faces kissed with the smiles lively with the evenings tasks the dust of the earth cling stubbornly to feet, paying no never mind until the night they have met his eyes rest now, closed are the ending days thoughts the light of moon selfishly claims all that can be seen serenity in... Sign in to see full entry.