Bay Of Minderup

Leaves swaying in time to the whistling breeze,

Before they fall off and wither into wilting skeletons,

Bursting light glistens on the transparent dew,

As it hangs on for dear life,

Buzzing bees glide from flower to flower,

While they search hopefully for more fluorescent pollen,

Pearly white clouds jogging with the wind,

While magnificent shades of green break out over the acres of land,

Dark evil flowers grow up on the rough crumbly bark,  

Tawny caterpillars arch like mountains,

Trees reaching out, creating a shadowy pathway