Chorus

Flakes scramble for one Last breath as they Plummet towards her face. Glazing each cheek, puddling Down to her lip. Her shrieks shatter the Clouds- spreading then Disintegrating into the beams Of light- crowing the aura, Pushing through the gray. Quivering legs radiate Into the soil Awaiting the final Push into daylight. Releasing out of her Worn and weathered womb, Melodies of swift willows and Grazed petals intertwine down Her veins migrating into the lonely soil. Greeting each other with a warm smile, And a soft kiss. The melodies make their Home there, spread stretches of chords Through the ground and rest. Once they are settled in, they Breath in our world, and Ready themselves for the Cavatina.