Friday, 5 August 2011

Grass


I just love the smell of green grass



it's almost as sweet as special people





almost as delightful as the gift of fresh friendship






almost as warm as a companion


 

and of days when it seems like you can do everything.







but the greenest grass withers too soon.

a hint of brownish hue signals its weary,

as the sunset signals the end of a day,

 until all that's left is a bitter-sweet memory










Photographer : Sset Nanilignap
Models: Ile Odarod
           Ane Ebaf
Location: Pryce