*Listen to the forest's heart pulsing precariously,
a sensation eliciting the whispers of elegance
for can you not hear such beauty
romancing upon the ashen trees of midnight?
Even the moon shines its rapture
upon this graceful dance of the earth
as its gentle pounding heartbeat
steadily generates the nature
of this world.*
Nov 15, 2015
Nov 15, 2015 at 6:45 PM UTC
*Listen to the forest's heart pulsing precariously,
a sensation eliciting the whispers of elegance
for can you not hear such beauty
romancing upon the ashen trees of midnight?
Even the moon shines its rapture
upon this graceful dance of the earth
as its gentle pounding heartbeat
steadily generates the nature
of this world.*
