Musical Nature

In the rhythm of the river, amidst the forgotten forests, was the song of the wind that danced to the tune of the birds, but all that is left is the silence of concrete, the noise that finally drove them away. This post is in response to Discovers Writing prompts! Inspiration for Day 3: SONG …

Thoughts become me!

My dad woke me up this morning. "Good Morning, Sweety", he said. I gave him a hug and walked into the bathroom. I washed my face and looked into the mirror with the tooth brush in my hand. My dad was behind me. "Good Morning, Sweety", he said. This time I just closed my eyes. …