A Watercolor Night

July 11, 2011
Oh, the midnight sky
With it’s thick blackberry blanket
Licked and posted against the sky
A thousand stars glow
As if a needle pierced each hole
To let the light pour through
The wind blows softly through the trees
Rustling their branches together
The dew on the blades of grass lay silent
Almost as if they were frozen in time
Thunders voice has stopped
And the sky has stopped its wrath of rain
A whir of magical fantasies fill the air
As mother nature drifts off to sleep;
Peace, be still.

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