a girl, a camera, and a nature walk

There's a crispness in the air.
The sun shines brightly on my face,
leaves crumpling underneath my feet.

The trees sway in a melodic idiosyncrasy,
the wind whispering wood secrets.
I sway with them, my eyes closed, laced
with an iota of light.

The melancholy weather, teasing day after day
tugs on my delighted heart.
It makes me want to sing.
Sing in joy.
Sing in sadness.

"I will sing of the works of your hands"

Even while it rains,
even while it's bright,

"I will sing the works of your hands"



"Nature Walk"

Naudline Pierre

Photo by: Amiel