me.

I love to gaze upon the sky~~

hoping i would see an eagle,

who seemed to hang in the sky swiftly and let the strong updraft guide it through the valleys,

showing off it's twenty thousand feathers trapped in the layers of the rising warm air~

which would also shield it from the scorching blaze glimmered from the Sun.

I also love staring at the clouds,

especially when the rays of light pierce through the clouds forming a phenomena i call 'Heaven'

with might,

the sky rises

with sorrows,

it falls.

This is the moment when infinitive amount of stars and galaxies scintillate.

This is the juncture when the glowing silvery moon sprinkles it's glitter down on the damp greens,like a fairy chanting it's magic to a child.

The valley of hope,endorses homo sapiens glide in their realm of dreams~

it awaits,

it snoozes,

for a point of time to destroy those who exploits the power of nature,

and finally shows his true tincture,

unknown,

untold,

after all,

it reacts cacophonously only to the valley,

S.I.L.E.N.T is heard by the other spheres of the universe.

Time will tell.