Description
It is summer twilight upon the ever green hills of Rarotonga. The golden orb rushes to hide from prying eyes behind large lumps of mysterious rock. Once I remembered the place we called the 'Valley.' The shimmering waterfall was like watching a horse race. The fast moving pace of water as it hit against rocks at the bottom of a misty hill, stopping to rest from its tired-out adventure from distant lands. Its spray of the mist threw its glorious sunshine on to its neighbors, the mystical and vibrant greens. **** This is entries of events that have happened through out my life. I hope you enjoy my journey through the bad, good and in between. Some a told as poetry and short stories because my writing is stronger with this category. Enjoy.
The Valley
