The fair noon.
So sharp and resplendent in it's full glory.
The calm of the beach.
The heave of the waves as it reaches to kiss the clear sky.
The birds at their best.
Their flair not to contest.
So sure and majestic in their respectful calling.
The carpets of breeze; so healing it could be heady.
The warmth of the sand.....one could almost hear it's untold secrets.....
Oh yes!
This is it once more...
The orange ball is born.
A fiery mass of utmost beauty...
...heralds the birth of the birth of the full moon as it bids a farewell to...
The fair noon
Movadochick © 2008.
2 comments:
This made my mind 'see'.
Laspapi,
Thanks for dropping by... : )
...and glad i enabled "your mind see"!
cheers!
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