Looking Glass
The moon envelops me in it's faint light. The wind whispers deep chants between swirls of leaves. The thumping of my heart, a beat that chants along with the swaying of the trees outside. A cold breeze ruffles my hair as i look up in awe of this vast canvas. Tiny single million little dots millions of light years away. I hold my breath; afraid of ruining this perfect sermon. There is beauty in nothingness. A perfect orchestra of silence. I close my eyes and I fade away into the night.
121 Views