A Voice From the Ground

Ode to the dew of morning’s youth: Cling silently to your fresh presence in an iridescent world absent of horizon’s shadows. Glowing amber reveals your eager luminescence as you await her spotlight; Yet her ardent rays merely celebrate absorption to a lonely atmosphere... Signify pure liquidity; bask in droplets of chromatic adventure. Commemorate your velvet green stage and layered petal curtains... At maturity, we float in muddied complexities and fallen blades; Dutifully enrichening the soil, taken too soon by the g r a v i t y of time.