Ascension
Hiking into the soul of clouds.
Catching sun seeds in the palm.
Petals grasp a ruby-throated song.
Brookies pretending to be stream gems.
Set sail, no more worries on a willow.
Meadow fairies hoisting the breeze...
Weave an ancient fire nest.
God gently coaxing clouds into wrens.
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
putty-faced iron men.
Plastic smiles replacing scented pine.
Dead-eyed techno-bots pretending they're alive.
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