It was a beautiful August day.
Sunshine and blue skies.
Time to relax and enjoy the moment.
Mary and Hans laid on a blanket,
surrounded by tall grass of a meadow.
The slight wind played each blade of grass
like a harp.
That faint whisper,
combined with the joyful song of birds
was music to anyone that heard it.
“I love just looking at the endless sky.”
“It’s so full of hope.”
“And the clouds…”
“Sheep of the sky…”
They closed their eyes
to engage their other senses.
The singing grass lulled them to sleep,
while the warm breeze swaddled them.
“I wonder where you are.”
“I will see you one day.”
They opened their eyes,
and returned home still looking at the sky.
This is a bit different of a CW piece. No official prompt. I just found a note I wrote years ago. A scribble. An idea. Of two people seemingly together yet apart.
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