Wordless

by Queen Cookie

Rating: everyone
Tags: Slice of Life, Sad
Length: 292

Nopony need speak now, nopony would have to. Why speak, when you can describe? Describe the crisp fall afternoon, with a cool glass of fresh squeezed lemonade. Describe the world to it's fullest, with the most beautiful words.

Nopony need speak now, nopony would have to. Why speak, when you can describe? Describe the crisp fall afternoon, with a cool glass of fresh squeezed lemonade. Describe the world to it's fullest, with the most beautiful words. Describe a life in Equestria.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2013-09-13 18:12:57 UTC

A Sunlit Valley

   It used to be walking through the sunlit valley lead to many sights.

   You might have seen a Princess stroll by,

   Or a draconequs in the air.

   An array of roses, tulips, and more.

   Perfect corners, with perfect trees.

   Happy ponies, eating lunch in the shade.

   Buzzing bees, returning honey to their queen.

   A bird might have flown by, singing his happy tune.

   His happy, carefree tune.

   Butterflies would land of the flowers.

   Their wings sparkling in the sunlight.

   Foals would run by,

   Sometimes flying,

   Sometimes holding things with magic,

   Sometimes none of those.

   Strolling through the valley, you see kites flying overhead.

   They say to each other,

    'Bet you can't fly higher than me'

    They would fly for hours.

    Maybe you would see a mare, sitting under a tree,

    Writing in a journal.

    The ink flowing from the tip of the quill.

    She dips the tip into a jar when she runs out,

    And continues.

    A rabbit jumps from her home,

    To explore the wider world.

    It would cross your path, and you would lose sight of it.

    Just that fast.

    A few pegasi would be moving clouds.

    Some for good reasons, others bad.

    One of the pegasi would maybe set a raincloud off on one of their friends.

    But they would laugh.

    So the day would not be ruined.

    Not that day, at least.

    A faint breeze would ruffle your mane,

    The smell of lilacs is the first thing you think.

    You'll see a foal, doing her homework.

     With the nature around.

     Ponies smiling everywhere.

     The world seemed so perfect.

     The world seemed too perfect.