"It's not what you look at that matters, it's what you see."
Henry David Thoreau
As for me, I see the lithe, arched body of a woman, flaming red hair tossed back, arms flung wide as she dances in the sun. Soon enough, passionate, rich red roses will spring forth from this late afternoon tryst between the leaves and the distant star.
As she drinks in the passionate heat with her every leaf and stem and root, one can imagine her movement in the wind to be a dance to an inaudible song of spring. It's a song meant to entice the sun to shine with all his might. His reward, is to watch her dance and sway in all her glory, and to see the buds that swell and burst into full bloom from her stems..
It should be a very interesting summer, no?
"It's not what you look at that matters, it's what you see."
Henry David Thoreau
As for me, I see the lithe, arched body of a woman, flaming red hair tossed back, arms flung wide as she dances in the sun. Soon enough, passionate, rich red roses will spring forth from this late afternoon tryst between the leaves and the distant star.
As she drinks in the passionate heat with her every leaf and stem and root, one can imagine her movement in the wind to be a dance to an inaudible song of spring. It's a song meant to entice the sun to shine with all his might. His reward, is to watch her dance and sway in all her glory, and to see the buds that swell and burst into full bloom from her stems..
It should be a very interesting summer, no?