and the world hangs silent, but the birds chirping their chime,
An angelic choir of vibratos And tenor beaks humming sweet to the early tangerine crest of sun slivers a powerful bar of light over the peaks to a newly brilliant horizon.
Sweeping the dredges of darkness away as the stars fade like coal dust back again, packed into their cupboard of night one by one, lanterns snuffed and sent into the vibrating blue as if the whole sky should erupt into fire azure, hallowed morning pyre
Encircled by the gradient hues of coral pink and castille yellow Mediterranean teal A symphonic cacophonic **** of birth
Good Day, Sweet mother earth.
Squeezed through the valleys canals allies every nook and forlorn cranny kissed with her blissful photonic army And the infantile creatures cry with glee. The dewdrops clutch the blades the tender palasade of petals remembering their darkened escapades slipping tender rain to feed the dirt, the lonely detritus elixirs of the lovely night.
And the world bursts into a veritable kaleidoscope of life With a trillion pairs of eyes accessing the mother dream