Emergence

In realms of dusk, where whispers sleep, A nascent dream, in colours deep. Green tendrils curl, unseen, unheard, A restless yearning, wings unstirred. Beneath the hush, where shadows stray, A silent storm begins to play. Dormant fires, with embers bright, Embrace the dark, ignite the night. Furious whispers, soft and low, Unfurl like leaves, begin to grow. They writhe and dance, unseen, unheard, A hidden symphony, every word. Cracking the shell, they push and strive, Emerald shards, where dreams survive. Colourless fades, replaced by hue, Passionate greens, breaking through. From slumber deep, with verdant grace, Ideas bloom, find their embrace. No longer tame, no longer still, They fill the world, against their will. With wings unfurled, they paint the dawn, A vibrant chorus, newly born. Furious green, a rising tide, Where dreams take flight, and secrets hide. So let us dream, in shades unseen, For whispers sleep, in emerald sheen. And from the hush, where silence lies, Colourless dawns paint vibrant skies.