Outdoors, brownish grass is at standstill for many weeks. Once lively flowering rose and chrysanthemum blossoms now just hold up their wilted heads in despair. Likewise, Dogwood trees’ leaves, berries and blossoms have long fallen and gone; all of their skeleton-like crown and arms seem to cry for sustenance from the skies. As if their begging voices reached heavens’ doors, rain showers break out. They come down in steady rhythms and quench all parched plant life. Waking and straightening will take some time, but surely, vivacious life will again return lively colors to the drab winter landscape.
Friday, January 23, 2015
Drab
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Outdoors, brownish grass is at standstill for many weeks. Once lively flowering rose and chrysanthemum blossoms now just hold up their wilted heads in despair. Likewise, Dogwood trees’ leaves, berries and blossoms have long fallen and gone; all of their skeleton-like crown and arms seem to cry for sustenance from the skies. As if their begging voices reached heavens’ doors, rain showers break out. They come down in steady rhythms and quench all parched plant life. Waking and straightening will take some time, but surely, vivacious life will again return lively colors to the drab winter landscape.
Outdoors, brownish grass is at standstill for many weeks. Once lively flowering rose and chrysanthemum blossoms now just hold up their wilted heads in despair. Likewise, Dogwood trees’ leaves, berries and blossoms have long fallen and gone; all of their skeleton-like crown and arms seem to cry for sustenance from the skies. As if their begging voices reached heavens’ doors, rain showers break out. They come down in steady rhythms and quench all parched plant life. Waking and straightening will take some time, but surely, vivacious life will again return lively colors to the drab winter landscape.
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