hard2handler

Uncaring clouds drifting easily over a broken plain. Sun basking reflectively in its own glow, Trees relax, gently swaying in the breeze, Birds soar freely, enjoying their freedom. Grass grows patiently, inexorable and all encompassing. Rocky outcrops triumphantly state dominance over the flat uninterrupted horizon, A book lies prostate in the shade of the fatherly old oak tree, No words mark the pristine pages which look up mysteriously at the bright blue sky. A child lies sleeping, curled in maternal comfort, An unused quill clasped tightly in tiny fingers. Love beams forth from proud parental eyes as they look down upon the sle