Dear Viridian,
Amongst shrouded mists, you hide your glory,
Between valleys of snow-capped mountains, you weave,
Along unnoticed sidewalks, you stand effortlessly,
Amidst enchanting forests, you forbid entry.
In a ghostly wisper, you walk the Earth
Through mispelled lips, you go by unperceived,
Ignored...unnoted...overlooked,
Yet through your wise eyes, you provide.
The power you hold is to behold,
And when you choose to walk,
Worlds will bleed before,
People will kneel towards,
Societies will crumble about,
You are the true serenity of serendipitous beauty.
About the Creator
Keep reading
More stories from writers in Poets and other communities.
After the Storm
After the storm of winter snow there sat a small bear by the name Ted, of course. He loves the snow and likes to roll around in it making all sorts of trails and whatever he has a mind to do. He wondered where all the people are, but in a way, he is hoping that they are all snug in the homes maybe drinking hot chocolate-one of his favorite drinks with mini-marshmallows and eating something homemade for he likes this winter wonderland all to himself to romp and play and maybe even catch some fish down by the river.
By Mark Graham4 days ago in Fiction
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.