High-pitched sky songs
Pluck storms from their deepest
Heart of hearts
The thunders slap unto the cheeks
Of hill crests
Echo screams
The veins of mountains tremble
Final shivers shatter openings
Through the curved rock hips
Gushing waters that cry for release
Storm tongues strike root-deep
Oaks
And from ablaze flames
Release their lustful moans
Drowning tons of moist earth
Collapse over cliff walls and
In crashing descent bury some
Frightened fractals of life
The whole atmosphere is an orchestra
Of echoing screams and vibrational screeches
Releasing onto the tactual earth changes
That will remain
And form anew
Perpetual youth and old wisdom thrive
As the pure first breath
Of a child just born
Nature
An intricate web of
Perpetual youth and old wisdom
Jan 5, 2013
Jan 5, 2013 at 9:49 PM UTC
High-pitched sky songs
Pluck storms from their deepest
Heart of hearts
The thunders slap unto the cheeks
Of hill crests
Echo screams
The veins of mountains tremble
Final shivers shatter openings
Through the curved rock hips
Gushing waters that cry for release
Storm tongues strike root-deep
Oaks
And from ablaze flames
Release their lustful moans
Drowning tons of moist earth
Collapse over cliff walls and
In crashing descent bury some
Frightened fractals of life
The whole atmosphere is an orchestra
Of echoing screams and vibrational screeches
Releasing onto the tactual earth changes
That will remain
And form anew
Perpetual youth and old wisdom thrive
As the pure first breath
Of a child just born
Nature
An intricate web of
Perpetual youth and old wisdom
