Something more…

I’d like to imagine the images in my minds eye are happily enchanting like dreams of pleasantness. Quietly whispering to majestic peaks the breeze gently caressed the elegant hillside the tree leaves gently clapped for an encore. Gracefully the whisper grew bolder the leaves began their applause for something more they danced to display their prettiness. Blues skies showing their billowy grin. The whisper began to roar they shouted encore, encore. Can you share something more? The theater filled with actors one by one to the stage to do their part and take their bow. As the stars pierced the night sky many more… many more. Tranquilty can be haunting.