Denny

A path paved with plenty of peach trees leads the way to a long length of a plethora of fresh flowers freely embracing the fray of the wind whistling through the wild periwinkles wearily wilting away day by day to mother nature’s dismay she says that she sleeps soundly because she knows her brother, Sun will surely soar tomorrow with smiles more over sorrow uplifting her soul seeing today more transcendental than yesterday yearning for tomorrow and the following day, fortnight, and year to make the skies clear, comforting cranes gliding across condensed clouds crying tepid tears named drops of rain, resuscitating rivers reviving vertebrates that live to survive vivaciously, through vigor, vitality and victory of life that breed and birth unlearned underlings unknown to this world with which they wear little knowledge, they only know to feast upon the foliage of ferns and fresh fruits much like peaches.