The Stone Garden-2

Do the immortals cry, what happens to divinities Tears, crystal shards of frozen miracles, cascading From the heavens above, swallowed whole by Mother earth. In the abyss of darkness, within caverns dark and deep, Lies a hidden chamber, of wondrous creations. Glittering stone shingles, that hang from cave ceilings, Crystal chandeliers of opulence's brilliance, shining on high. Diamond cylinders, made from the weeping heart, of a divine Spirit himself, a stone garden of sorrows tears. Exposed to reflected light's illumination, oh so do they Shimmer and sparkle, rainbow prisms of color, frozen Molecules held prisoner in status freeze. Nay water is life itself, a living element of nature, Creations clarity, a universe within a universe. Oh in such magnificent beauty, lies this sacred Vision, of this the almighty’s most secret garden. Seeping mists of moisture rise, enveloping the Flickering rays of lamp light, adding an eerie Obedience to this textured display, in this Almost blackened realm, hidden beneath the Earth in fathoms deepest depth, the artistic hand Of God can be truly felt. Ricocheting light randomly strikes against variations points of Color, setting aglow from the blue hews, to purples Fuchsia, a palettes splashed array, bursting forth This underground aurora borealis. In granite's cathedral of stone, split by the elemental, Giving birth to fusion, exposing natures raw force of power. A blending between spiritualism, and science takes place, To create this grandest of masterpieces, that I call the stone garden. BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN