The trees whisper in the wind
their bark is healthy and brown'd
The birds chirp in the trees
their happy resound.
Nature plays its quiet melody
Storms rumble in the west
like a snarling felidae.
A lightning bolt hits the ground,
barb wire snaps in two,
The Angus cattle run away.
They will not go through
The flames that lick the sky.
A lifestyle blog about the life of a young journalist and barista: homemade pastries, creative writing, and romance. Coffee tales sprinkled with cinnamon and the spices of life!
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