As I sit upon the rivers bank and watch the ripples of the lake
gently drifting to the flow of the gentle breeze,
a rat springs from the reeds and scurrys through the wild thorn thickets
along the rivers edge,
Dusk approaches, I watch the birds calling from above,
travelling toward their nightly santuary.
I watch the peaceful unison of nature unfold that restfully guides itself throughout the night.
I walk away and continue my journey accross the wide city,
towards a palce Called Home.



[edit on 22-7-2009 by catalyst2466]

You know, you kind of threw me with that next to last line . . wide city ?

I was pretty sure you were out in the country . . till then.

Really liked your "Innocence" post. Will look for more. Take care.

Thank you Seige, I've yet to read your "writings". In fact there is quite a lot of stuff going on here that will keep me busy for a while... -cheers!

I knew you were in the city as soon as you used the word rat!
Kidding! That stirred a nice visual in my mind! Thank you for sharing it!!