It's in the sound of the wind blowing.
The form of words flowing.
The softness of the leaves growing.
The warmth of the sun beaming.
The harshness of the ground walking.
The wonders of the eyes knowing.
The vastness of the ocean's flooring.
Wait...
What I meant was...
It's in the vastness of the Universe.
The wonders of love.
The harshness of heartbreak.
The warmth in someone's arms.
The softness in someone's movements.
The form of the lips.
The sound of everything, even the silence.
About the Creator
Marie
Just a woman in a world of glorious people, with immeasurable souls. Some are lost, some never have been, and others are found.


Comments (1)
The structure of this really draws the reader in. Great job!