by DandyLoops12345 » Mon Dec 23, 2013 12:55 am
Storm
Storm lay quietly in the confines of the den area. Although not inside the den, he lay in the sun. His brilliant white pelt, reflecting in the morning sun. A yawn caused his jowls to open wide, proudly showing of canines of good colour. Looking about the camp, his ears twisted back and forth listening intently to the sounds of the forest. Standing and walking a fair distance away, the calm river reduced his tension. Its gentle flow easing his mind and any unwanted thoughts.
You Are The Watcher,
The Listener,
The Approacher,
Of All Things,
You Are The Guide,
And The Ghost,
You Are What Lies In The,
Space In between,
Perpetually Beginning,
Scouring The Dark,
Winging For Your Field,
Of Light.