VISUAL PROMPT
by JD_Art @ instagram.com/jd_art_x

Is it a storm, is it magic, is it hope? Write a story or poem about what you see within this image.
Dreams
Amongst the trees
There was violite smoke rising and falling
In the distance it was only you and me
The smoke was something extraordinary
It was violite with purple and sparkling
You and me where standing there admiring it
But others were running from it
So what is it you ask
The smoke could be dreams
Or nightmares only you can decide
Just like life you can either grow
Or run and hide
Every day you have choices
But for me I see that even something beautiful
Has so many dark secrets
That if it shares you wouldn’t see it the same
So the violite sparkling smoke
Is whatever you choose it to be
But only you can choose
So choose wisely