Storm clouds coming in low over the land
The sound of wind rustling through the trees
Then a strange stillness fills the air
Everything seems to hold their breath
The world is waiting for the storm to pass.
~tee~
The sound of wind rustling through the trees
Then a strange stillness fills the air
Everything seems to hold their breath
The world is waiting for the storm to pass.
~tee~
7 comments:
great photo and words!
Reading was being there!!! wonderful, Tee
Lovely poem and pic !
the photo and poem fit together perfectly, well done!
You add some much feelings in this photo. Very nice. :)
That really expresses the anticipation of the storm
In not many words your description is perfect...
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