Not in a hurry, Not too briskly, She stepped Ever so lightly, Almost fairy like, But still quite humanly, Into the forest. Really it was a matter Of one small step Out her door That immediately Ushered her into A land of trees, Crunchy leaves, Green and brown and grey, Rocks and stumps And beds of moss Beneath her feet. Trees that sway, Branches and logs, Spider webs to fight. But it’s really the sounds, Or lack thereof, That perks her heart to listen. That is where The magic begins. The sounds in the forest, Are birds and chattering squirrels, Critters of the earth Slithering stealthily Beneath brown leaves. But another sound is heard In the deep of the woods Surrounded by trees And creatures of the earth. The sound of peace, A...
She is GOOD!
ReplyDeleteI have a family member who draws too... her pictures remind me of these.
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I can't hardly draw at all. Once I drew a house, but I can't draw faces... so I have to just admire other people's art. Thank you for sharing!
Thanks, Faith! Yes, she is really good! I am not good at drawing either, so I also just have to enjoy the art of others. I actually have several other siblings who are good at art, as well.
DeleteBy the way, thanks for stopping by my blog and leaving a comment! It always makes me happy to get a comment on my blog. ;)
God bless!
~Hannah~