Sitting there under the shadow of a tree,
watching the wheat heads fluttering in the breeze,
and the bright greyish clouds hiding parcels of the sky,
her mind was at peace, and her prospects were high.
The sweetness of autumn prevailed in the place;
no one could disturb the steadiness of her inner fortress.
The murmur of the green leaves was filling the space,
and the small creatures were living at their own pace.
God's creation appeared to her in its utmost glory,
and in a soft violence, she was taking in its beauty.
The clouds, to her, appeared formerly indifferent,
but maybe are they just some protecting agents,
that would, through their shadows, alleviate her torments.
Happy hours were flying by as she was still admiring,
the simplicity and the magnificence of the surroundings...
Hello everyone! I hope you liked this poem...anyway, leave a comment to let me know what you think, if you want. Okay, have a lovely day xx
Lydia
