Golden
Golden
Art In ink - prompt 6
Trees swayed gently
As my hair through the air
The Pond shimmered, the sun lay on it
As on my eyes, shades of skies
The clouds touched the waters, cold
As the wooden boat that did float
The wood creaked,
Heard the soft footsteps
Of a child that tried to walk
On the boat afloat
I breathed in the air
To get lost in the
Smell of soil,
where it had rained a while
I rested my head on the ground
The grass mixing in my hair
arms Sinking in the soft mud
With the last of my fears
On my tongue rested a taste
Of sweet apples and drying leaves
Of wild flowers and juicy grapes
Of the salty waters and the golden wheat
The sun crawled into the fields
The fields shone, a golden bed
I sat still on a side hill
My heart not getting enough of it
The child watched in awe
The air held its innocence
As the father caught the last of the fish
And off took the boat
Every moment held a story
I began painting the words
They ran through my mind
Into the colours
Onto the canvas in my lap