07/01/2004
Her sunflower colored, caftan blew gently in the breeze.
Her long golden hair virtually glittered in the warm sun.
Summer had turned the landscape into a warm pallet of colors,
All yellows, and ambers, and burnt umber colors,
And she blended perfect in, with her honey colored skin.
Her blue eyes, just about matched the summer sky.
She walked silently, slowly, searching and searching...
Her sandals crunching the soft dried grasses beneath her feet.
Her mind was searching, for what she will need to be looking for...
This time of year was a little challenging to discover those precious organics,
Which she took dwelling to turn into her hand crafted dye.
But she cherished this solitude, when it felt like time stopped running.
She loved the smell of the earth and it is seasons.
She in no way thought of difficulties or many people, or concerns, out here.
She took in the wonder of the globe and let it wash over her,
And all of her senses, taking it all in, and feeling revived by it all.
The citrus orchards constantly smelled so sweet as she passed them by.
And the fruit trees that blossomed created her feel bittersweet inside.
Green, green, grasses created her feel hopeful and inspired.
The birds that flew overhead, reminded her of her own freedom.
Water had it's own smell, it's own motion and so a great number of sorts of reflections.
Gray skies reminded her, that everything that happens, will pass.
The hot colors of flowers spoke to heart of the passions in the world,
And the cool colors reminded of the strength identified in becoming calm.
And the thistle, reminded her that not every single pretty factor, welcomes touching...
These walks of hers were in no way a job, they had been a revival to her uncomplicated soul.
