Category: Poetry

In the night, the trees shake the wind dancing on the leaves. A quiet murmur, the hoot of an owl and the scurring sound of a mouse in the grass. The clouds gather, and a low grumble of thunder causes a few to wake and wonder. The sounds of pattering raindrops dancing on the leaves…

Mind over matter, no longer, let the world break your bones, shatter. A new mind emerges.   Thank you for reading! -Alina

Clouds gather, a grumbling gray in the distance. A push from above, tiny hands of sky gods pressing down, their words wet with rain.   Thank you for reading! -Alina