Speaking Hues

Obscure calls! it's nature.

The mountain dew and the summer view,
Cotton candies up in the blue.
The rivers murmur down as if they have a secret to themselves,
A blanket of leaves in it's decaying stage of yellow and orange, crushing through the feet.
The drone of the bees, keeping to the beats.
Privacy kept within the birds,
Till it's finally the daybreak.
Heralding to some mysterious folds,
All this is ought to happen in the woods,
With a state stirred with the absurdity of thoughts,
Looking for some forever lost answers.
Surrounding the hallow thoughts and losing the anatomy to its glory,
And again, Nature plays its victory.

-Anisa