My Adventurous Muse

Word Prompt: grey sands crisp silver willow adventure rolling hills

The silver splendor of the rising moon
Cast grey shadows across rolling green hills
The crisp autumn air reverberates with
The calls of mocking birds, crows, and sparrows.

I inhale the musky aroma of
Centuries of fallen leaves blanketing
The ground between elm, oak, and willow trees.

The rumble of distant thunder sends chills
Down my back, raise goosebumps on my arms
As I wander the meandering paths
That descend into deep forested valleys.

I come to the shore of an inland sea
Its shores are covered with rainbow crystal
Sands that tinkle like metal chimes when the
Evening breeze blows across their sparkling grains.

Am I walking in a dream or is this
Part of the adventure my muse takes each
night it travels across the universe?

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