Emerald Furnace

Euphoric light bounces from the countless gems that nature produces after pillars bleed withered rubies carried away by wind to destinations unknown. Here and there bursts a spark of colourful joy in the midst of a sea so alive. All shades of cold stone and dark give generously to creatures tracking on earth’s crust. Spring brings with it the glow of melancholic shimmer across lush valleys and mountains high. In desire after the sun’s warmth these still sustainers of life create a glimmer of beauty’s hope, shedding bark to time, carrying the mysteries of old, enduring the trials of season, slowly reaching to touch Heaven’s face. Moving to the waves of wind, aging to birds’ melody, falling to the rhythm of our needs, nature whispers into humanity’s ears. Oblivion serves to blind our eyes to an ecstatic dance of the emerald furnace.