When I see the world
of wise old trees
Misty topped mountains
and unsettled seas
The glory of all is in the sky above
with a soft image of colours,
sunbeams and doves
The heavenly rays
of light so warm
On a sea of blue
and clouds of a storm
Scents are crisp
with hints of rain
The crunch of leaves
with their coloured veins
I slowly take in
all the beauty around
Soon a blanket of snow
will cover the ground
By~ Lisa
My So-Called Yoga Life 