Beacon Hill

Beacon Hill
The lights glimmering through the swaying brancheson a cool spring night.The chilly mild breeze gently flowing around the earth,far beyond, the cottage stands tall on the edge of Beacon Hill.The dark night sky is now above me,the sun that was once so bright, now hides behind the hill.Though, my room is circled by a draught,the view brings a feeling of warmth.I thought I'd fallen asleep and found that I was still awake.I discovered that beautiful worlds are not onlyfound in your sleep.You can find them by looking out of any ordinary window,you just need an eye to see.
Tarek Nassif
2006