AutumnLime

I don’t want to get up and face the world.

Let me stay in my bed, where I lay curled.

Take me back to the forest, to the sounds of peace.

That splendid little place where my only worries were riding the dishes of grease.

The water was still, the dirt fresh with smell.

Where my friend’s singing voice was the only form of a yell.

Simplicity. Tranquility. A lovely thing to own.

Nature at it’s prime, let its beauty be well known.

abbyybba:

The purest of the pure.