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Poem Entitled Rain's Dance
Originally written for My Lemon Series
Revamped and Redone prose
April 08, 2008
This is a piece that I loved to make, it was the opening line to a lemon that I wrote and will continue working on eventually. Its one of the best prose pieces I have ever written and such a fitting beginning to what I loved to write. I hope you sit back and understand that words that flow and hope you love them just like I do.
Rain's Dance
by Lonely Gabu written for a Series Entitled Gabumon's Luck: Chapter 1 Confusing Feelings.
04/08/2008
The sun slowly guided its sister, the moon to take over the watch as it fell into its deep slumber.
From the moon’s light, shadows seemed to dance to the music of the percussive leaves, which are played by the melodic notes of each individual raindrop.
This music echoed throughout the forest with each monumental pine tree, its conductor. As this majestic symphony begins, the audience of Earth, is captivated by this extraordinary sound remains quiet in hopes that the song will continue until morning. The music’s overwhelming power could lull even the most powerful of beasts and melt there frozen heart, and change them into a human baby cooing under its mobile.
Rain in some cultures is believed to be one of the many facets in which Mother Nature converses with every life-breathing entity. This conversation can give the people who are in desperate need of an answer the ability to think and connect at a deeper level then they would have been able to under different circumstances. Tearing life water could allow someone the time to evaluate themselves to figure out the most perplexing of life’s unanswered mysteries.
Bravely explore it because if you listen, the song that nature so brilliantly performed that late evening, maybe, just maybe, could you find yourself at peace. Each droplet that descends from the open canvas of the muralesque sky, its time to walk a new path one unclouded by judgment and ignorance in the face of the unknown.
You and nature, walking to the mysticism of simplicity. Open yourself to what you hear and listen with your soul....
Fin...
©
lonelygabu
Originally written for My Lemon Series
Revamped and Redone prose
April 08, 2008
This is a piece that I loved to make, it was the opening line to a lemon that I wrote and will continue working on eventually. Its one of the best prose pieces I have ever written and such a fitting beginning to what I loved to write. I hope you sit back and understand that words that flow and hope you love them just like I do.
Rain's Dance
by Lonely Gabu written for a Series Entitled Gabumon's Luck: Chapter 1 Confusing Feelings.
04/08/2008
The sun slowly guided its sister, the moon to take over the watch as it fell into its deep slumber.
From the moon’s light, shadows seemed to dance to the music of the percussive leaves, which are played by the melodic notes of each individual raindrop.
This music echoed throughout the forest with each monumental pine tree, its conductor. As this majestic symphony begins, the audience of Earth, is captivated by this extraordinary sound remains quiet in hopes that the song will continue until morning. The music’s overwhelming power could lull even the most powerful of beasts and melt there frozen heart, and change them into a human baby cooing under its mobile.
Rain in some cultures is believed to be one of the many facets in which Mother Nature converses with every life-breathing entity. This conversation can give the people who are in desperate need of an answer the ability to think and connect at a deeper level then they would have been able to under different circumstances. Tearing life water could allow someone the time to evaluate themselves to figure out the most perplexing of life’s unanswered mysteries.
Bravely explore it because if you listen, the song that nature so brilliantly performed that late evening, maybe, just maybe, could you find yourself at peace. Each droplet that descends from the open canvas of the muralesque sky, its time to walk a new path one unclouded by judgment and ignorance in the face of the unknown.
You and nature, walking to the mysticism of simplicity. Open yourself to what you hear and listen with your soul....
Fin...
©
lonelygabu
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