Inhaling deep
the scent that nature spreads.
Almost dusk as the sun sets on the horizon.
Wisps of mist appearing,
creeping up.
A soft mantle around the mountains shoulders.
Twisters dropping their orbs into the lake.
Ensuring a future as the eggs ripen, grow.
Dreaming of my home, that vibrant blue.
Swirling clouds over oceans and lakes.
Earth,
disintegrated,
had to leave a long time ago.
Almost mesmerised, I reflect back.
A sense of sadness covers me.
I should accept that this is home.
Now.
Author notes
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A contest entry
- Picture Prompt by penman.
2250 points, ended February 14, 2009, 17 entries
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