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.
Copyright © Robyn Thomas | Year Posted 2013
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