Sitting on the edges of sight lay I. Simply watching everything within my vision, observing the motions of life before me. I do not know the personal stories of all. I am simply an Observer, I enjoy watching life as it unfolds.
I use I a lot, my apologizes. I should not be concerned with myself, only concern for others, my watches. Yet they watch me. My dear friends, Serenai and Mr. Sanguine.
I yearn to be accepted, but I feel too different to fit in. I do not feel like I properly belong. It is weird, so I become an outsider. I observe, watch, listen, but rarely participate. This will change. I may become active, enjoying the company of others here. Or I may forget to visit more and more, eventually never coming back. Maybe someone will come to me.
I am rambling about myself. I suppose I am just a newcomer. Neither an Observer or an outsider, simply new.
I look at the wide plain of deeply green and silk-soft grass
I watch the swaying tree tops, slowly stretching to the sky
I feel the rising wind, with a fragrance of approaching autumn
And the golden leaves fall - as if they're tears of the forest
Soon the frost shall caress our home and soon the snow will be falling
And I hear the winds growing in strenght
soon wolves will be calling
And I go to sleep until spring returns.
Yep, free art. Its almost my birthday and I feel like celebrating by giving someone some free arts.
First one to post WITH a ref of their deer gets it!! Good luck!!
