GSDpuppypaws

A brook babbled over the rocks. Looking like jewels in the moonshine. The night was still. The grove of pines watching the land A single willow tree sat waterside. A wolf cries. The scene was perfectly ethereal Two lost souls emerge from the wild Pure serendipity. The travelers have come from far, In attempts to leave their past in smoke. Hope for in the future. The mushrooms glowed around them. This little scene of nature is perfect. It leaves just them.