Keep Walking Forth….

Keep walking forth, through all there is my crimson abyss and the golden bliss a barren canvas brushing rushing tassel and all there is.... What nature conjured I inhale-exhale new visions and scents tomorrow new pleasures and love to borrow it is canvas experiment upon the favorite color exterior the green meadows of yonder.... The beautiful emerald sea emerged the dark green forest disappeared keep walking till tomorrow is worth you'll reach destiny and watch Jesus' birth…. The beautiful blue-green sea emerged The dark-green forest disappeared Brushing rushing upon my canvas Tassel all the colors Crimson red and bullying blue upon my quiet canvas.... It's all tomorrow all there is…. I dream many times awake at the mountaintop, no sound nor echoes can be heard, the eagle and I at the mountaintop.... am I really dreaming, am I truly at the mountaintop? All of a sudden I saw my dear grandmum coming, she was so loveliest as always, she is so caring for me she knows every tear I shed long before she is dead. Behind her, my loved mum, oh what a joy, my Mum came with her Mum patiently they were coming to my direction such a special celebration now I am ready for them so I started to soar back to down earth Oh my love, this is really a dream, my Mum and her Mum, the most beautiful rose and the loveliest bee I surely had my glee even only in a dream…. From the Mountaintop there are no Nature´s Echoes especially no Mr. Howard Ely's visions no invitation, but despite we´ll have our celebrations.... Congratulations! © Sylvia Frances Chan Copyright Protected AD. Friday the 5th of January 2018 @15.57 hrs. P.M. West-European Time