Lamenting ivory capped peaks,
Greet the proud thick clouds of white,
As a friendly kiss of the lips,
Soon divided by the full-filling wind’s purpose,
To move nature’s place…
Constant.

Spread out arms of ancient soil,
Covered by spring’s sigh of life,
Layer beneath layer…
Memories of old are kept…
Of the hands which had thrown and plucked,
Each seed and grain.

Cloud and peak,
Nature’s lover’s kiss,
Wind and crop,
Nature lover’s love.

Fire burning sky,
Water soaked wind,
Soil drowning river,
Air seeped forest,
All elements.....one
All elements......life

Small feet dancing through the leaves,
Those cover the summer dry forest ground,
Pale white footed souls setting foot on ground,
Brown tattooed feet meeting air.

Sun orange, wheat gold,
Water blue, crystal purple,
Loose wave like fabric,
Creating quiet ripples in the wind,
When quick dancing prevails.

Youthful laughter tossed between shady trees,
Innocent voices echoed across sky reflecting surface,
Light energy submerged into a midsummer’s dance,
Sun peaking light between trees,
Spying six young fairies’,
Circling their queen beauty.

Water circles move,
In all mirrored reflections,
Lonely division.

Sun bleeding,
Sun weeping,
Sun's deep red life source seeping,
Sun bleeding,
Sun weeping,
Sun's warm smile forever sleeping.

Lamenting tune of the lute...
Carried through the world, upon the back of the ever-dancing wind...
Bringing to soaking-tears the eyes of those who hear,
and a numb feeling of hollow being.

Strong pondering thud of the drum...
Vibrating echoes of awareness into the deep soil...
Causing tree roots to tremble with warning,
Animals to hide themselves in their burrow holes.

Shy, quiet notes of the piano...
Each key surfacing waves of blushing beams...
Caressing the near-by sea salt waters,
Filling the mystique vast ocean with melodious company.

Two moons,
The same number of suns,
Weaving a translucent tune,
A tune that would shun the world into a solo sphere of silence.

Two beams of silver,
The same fracture of golden-light,
Making sight something of delicate existence,
That if searched for would only drive into hiding.

Two eyes of gray,
The same ****** feature,
Making a quartet of stares,
Stares that would send shudders down a giant’s spine.