Good morning. Wishing you a wonderful weekend. Will catch your act on Monday LOL....

Hugs, Trish.

Swift currents churn up foaming grey waters,
As diving Kingfishers, swoop sandy shores,
And limestone walls tower high overhead,
Creating a multitude of cavern on the moors.

Drizzly, damp mist sprinkles moisture pure,
As wallowing gulls soar, powerful at wing,
And winds pound clouds to soft cushions
Creating lyrical sounds, only angel’s sing.

Waddling ducklings stride along water’s edge,
As globular glimpses of the moon peaks through,
And stars, once sparkling, fizzle to become dead,
Creating darkness, as nighttime arrives on cue.

Blackness shrouds the landscape built of time,
As peace settles in the valley and life is sublime.