Just a few lines strung together.
|As fragile as a butterflies wings
As sweet as a robin joyfully sings
As beautiful and precious as a new born babies smile
As pure as new crisp virgin snow
As unpredictable as the winds that blow
As fragrant as the wild rambling rose, that wafts gently on a summers breeze
As prolific and colourful as rustic autumnal leaves that grow on the stately naturally sculptured trees.
As wild and untameable as a windswept lonely moor
As stunning as a rich blue mountain scene
As refreshing as a clear sparkling flowing stream
As vivid and surreal as a lucid dream weaved in the night
Peter Dome. copyright2012.