Collection: T R A N S I T

I had a dream
Meadows as far as the eye could see
Daisies dancing
A water stream, ripples et al
A farmer's abode, young oysters he sows
The beauty of journeys
Lies in transit
A forced lull, the in-between
The shimmering sky, as time would fly
A journey begins, as many do end
The transit
is where I come alive