open field run wild. by kspeaks
Petals twirl on the dusk, sun's air lingers in the breeze, shadows highlight the thickets. Open field. Run wild. Wilderness engine the clasp of harmony; meadows' melody. Light, only twirls during twilight, warmth only flows within a crisp wind, darkness shines in bulked bleakness. Open field, run wild. Nature finesse, engulf the cusps; enlighten, clearings clarity. The moons' glow radiates the flowers' timid drift; the sad breach, of light's twinkling music.
Beautiful night everyone.