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Nature Problems |
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Sole Junior Member
since 2006-07-29
Posts 13England |
As the breeze wraps around your legs like a soft cushion to your body, Keeping it in one place only to be feeling the same sensation over and over again. Tugging at your trousers as if asking you to leave. Air forced into your mouth to blind you from pleasant sites of nature. Grass clashing together in the wind gives a perfect back drop, For the ripples crossing the cold icy lock as if leaving to go somewhere else, Only to find they can’t. Wildlife sounds from the loch and the deepened undergrowth, the hidden forest. The soft cry of a moorhen and coot, Their sound resisting the air to which they breathe. The god of the sky gives to them transparent light and warmth. Which when warming the dark deep loch gives the wildlife hope, Fish in there little schools get together and make mini tycoons in which to swim in. Feeding off of natures fruits to find there’s only just enough to go around. Soft, light feathers lay where the tenants of the undergrowth rest, Only to be moved by the rush of wind and gravity. As the wind pulls you away, Protecting nature’s household. War is then announced when the wind whips you from behind. The wind calls to the heaven for help, Where water pellets disperse on the ground behind you. Beings retreat to the point where the nature and country side can be controlled. Natures looses its fight for freedom to house contractors, Freedom killers, Natures nightmare. --------------------------------------- As always please leave comment  thanks |
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