it's evening
the sun descends
behind the mountain peaks
stars gradually fill the sky
birds call it a day
and night creatures
tune up the orchestra
a peaceful existance
envelops the gleen
and lovers nestle
in the cool shade
I breathe deeply
the fragrance of the woods
and make myself at home
with my woodsy neighbors
the moon rises
spreading its silvery sheen
over all in existance
shouting silently
all is well
In a near-future Baltimore, an unemployed bipolar journalist and a teenage hacker are the last hope for a dystopian world controlled by a giant media corporation.
The higher you go into the hills, the deeper the secrets...
A seemingly innocent piece of mail shatters the illusion of Beverly Hills luxury, forcing a terrifying statement from a powerful action movie mogul: "they can't kill us fast enough."
hug
Kathy
Lovely poem to the fragrance of the woods and make myself
at home. Shouting silently all is well. Peaceful and serene
verses.
Lady Mary Ann
Ron
Love ya!
Jane