Psalm Of Nature... By: EgbertUnknowns~ He cries in the distance, eyes of black and white; this picture blurring our minds and the world in front of us… Sitting alone, the darkness consuming them until all is left and gone, the world pushing us further. To whom it may concern, they yet still have a chance to take his half empty-stoned heart, he never gave up, not once has the crossing let forth multitude of beings or transport. Drowning in pools of tears, years of the psalm quieting down into slumber for winter’s blanket to warm surroundings into forever calming until the mourning of early spring. Snow hushed against the silent flowers, they close their eyes until the next warmth of sun breaching.. The fawn closes his eyes for the last time, waiting for his mother’s next return of her warm embrace, but when will that day be, he could ponder to himself; his body too feeble without his mother’s closing touch.. For the sounds of spring have come anew, arriving sooner than thought, for mother nature has calmed them with her sweet lullaby of awakening, she calls this her birth of seasons. New births and beginnings, colors multiplying . Trees dance with the rhythm of the wind, beating faster than drums, flowers singing in the sways of motion, their soft lips kissing against the grass; the soft glance of a mother bear and cubs, they catch the soft glimpse of the pure white dandelions traveling to their new destination, planting their new homes, scattering across this beautiful field as winter’s white melts into the earth. Fall has slipped from months now, yet when will it come.. When.. will it come..