A hill consumed in growth overlooks a small forest. In the background something stands tall, it strikes the clouds. Forever trapped, tan and blue stand. People, unseen, walk among the trapped. Adorning, both white and blue, tall and small structures stand.
In the light of day that will fade, it stands tall against sky. Defying time, forever standing tall. What looks small is actually quite grand and tall. Appearing as short as moss, their not. Windows rise to look over all.
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I loved how you describe everything as larger than it appears. In the second paragraph, however, I thought you were a bit repetitive in saying the word "tall"
ReplyDeleteI said that by the way. (above Comment)-- Amanda Johansson
ReplyDeleteI agree, but I loved it!
ReplyDelete-Allie Neff :)
Tall, tall, tall, tall, tall. Who cares how repetitive it is? It works.
ReplyDeletePeter Rosen