" You look so beautiful", said the painter, " wish I could hold a giant mirror to showcase your grandeur"
"The branches swayed lightly, acknowledging the words.
HE was witnessing the scene from the clouds.
HE murmured as the breeze carried the message, " look at the reflections in the placid waters".
thou admire the reflections
and pen verses,
thy brush paint a thousand pictures.
Do you see thy reflections
in the waters of your conscience?
the breeze whispered
to tiptoe by,
the meditating trees.
listened to the quietness
inhaled the calmness.
Peace radiating into each pore.
Linking to Wordless Wednesday. Thanks Esha and Natasha.