Zen Garden Snow
A grim canopy of grey cloud casts over tall trees bare of leaves.
Shadows stretch across a golden palace, silent and cold.
Months of darkness and rain moves away.
Dumbfounded civilians stare in astonishment.
The last snowflake drifts into a child's hand.
Shimmering icicles dissolve in the sunlight.
The emperor awakes from a terrible illness and stumbles onto his moist balcany.
A burden is lifted.
A new life begins.
A newfound love blossoms.
"Zen Garden Snow"
About Sara
I think of stories as somthing that comes from the nooks and crannies of your mind. With many authors, its the mood that inspires them. For instance, if they are joyous, they might write a childrens book. Or if they are raged, they might write a serial killer...