Trailing Passion Tomorrow

There are moments every so often where wildflower's appear.. running from the day's heat... scampering to meet the shade. The trees bend their branches cooling their bark as they await the darkness rubbing up against tomorrow. Birds cannot be seen as the dew worms squiggle and slither along the soil. A few footprints are seen... perhaps a deer or bear, long since past, probably watching the clouds from distant meadows. Rain falls freely, shining the rocks revealing the cracks and colours of their times. Smells of freshness abound from around and beyond whose scents cannot be traced nor followed. The wind prances between the trees causing a low pitched continuous song and the clouds break apart as if opening their ears to hear. Grasses wave gently saying both hello and goodbye.

A kiss can beckon thought lying deep and unspoken. A look of the eye can share tomorrow with today's embrace. A touch creating journey's like the water upon the ocean. A feeling that peace does live and breathe trailing the passions of today and tomorrow.