I see the tiny four-petaled flowers growing in the grass, collectively creating blankets of pale violet.
I see the little red berries on the bushes, blending red and green together like natural artwork.
I see the black berries hang down from tree limbs like grapes, safe until the day they choose to drop.
I see small trees covered in closed buds, ready to burst into color and bring forth floral beauty.
I see the newborn pinecones upon the taller trees, still growing to be the tree they dream to be.
I see Winter losing it's deathly grasp, and the very first signs of Spring's growing life.
I see myself, one who has planted the seeds upon the dead land, and now I see the first sprouts.
Deinachys grew up. :|
I got here and saw some random blue-antlered stag laying on top of Deinachys and moved him, but the stag moved too, and I was all OMG TODAY IS YOUR BIRTHDAY DUDE AND SOMEONE ELSE SAW YOU FIRST, ACCORDING TO YOUR FANCY COLOURINGS.
A friend of mine posted this on Facebook and I had to share it! It does have some bad language so be warned. Enjoy
Here's another one, don't know what is being said since I don't have sound right now but it looked funny so here ya go:
Yes, that is what antlers are used for.
And springboks pronking is friggin adorable! I love how their white tummies contract when they do it, it looks so silly! Dunno why there's a tiny bit with a horny stag at the end (get it? horny stag. haha!) *shrug* but I love the springboks pronking!
I gaze at the smoke that got a deeper shade of black as time passed. It took seconds to set off into a huge angre nature flame, Wild but safe. The beauty of it's colours, The textures; Tempting to touch. The smell. Oh the smell, as it tickled it's way up through the different sectors of my nose it felt warm and calming. If I looked close enough at it and let my mind escape every thing I felt at that moment, I would be able to see elegance in a human form; Spinning and balacing on the toes and lifting the leg to create balace and a tense structure, Using arms as balance and depending on the knees, arms and feet to keep them a float in the right posture for moves and flight of elegance. The flame. The flame creating the visible elegance, the warmth, the destructional object which hurts so many but still fasinates. The ballet of the flame. The flame then faded...,died.