Post by princesskitana on Nov 15, 2005 19:25:03 GMT -5
Into the mountains, the grand river flows.
Showering ice buds down the hill top slope.
Inch by inch the warm creatures clutter; scurried about picking their last berries for their supper.
Winds offering a cool blanket to exhuast their shoulders.
All within a circle they nestle in their homes....
Trying to pass another cold winter's storm.
A deep breath in and a silent cry goodnight.
<<Mother nature has taken their life.>>
Showering ice buds down the hill top slope.
Inch by inch the warm creatures clutter; scurried about picking their last berries for their supper.
Winds offering a cool blanket to exhuast their shoulders.
All within a circle they nestle in their homes....
Trying to pass another cold winter's storm.
A deep breath in and a silent cry goodnight.
<<Mother nature has taken their life.>>
