Ascension

Hiking into the soul of clouds catching sun seeds in the palm petals grasp a ruby throated song brookies gliding silver chambers with every single precious beat. Set sail, no more worries on a willow Meadow fairies hoist the breeze... Weave an ancient fire nest God gently coaxing flame to gems. Hushed conversations within the heart of heaven. Sleepy in whirling puffs of sweetened pine Tranquility tapping souls with a gentle lullaby. Now it's high time to descend To collide with obligation and the putty faces of iron men. Plastic smiles replacing pine dead eyed techno-bots pretend to be alive.