Curled up the windy threads hug the trees, the world, the
sky.
With a silky caress that distracts the mind and raptures the
soul,
It travels alive through light and gold,
and leaves, and green of verdant thoughts.
In sights like these there is no time, no space,
Just flow and shade, and stars alight,
That shine within the night of day.
Only wind breaks the silence mundane,
And birds and critters fly and crawl around within the magic
rain
It drowns the trees and ground with rays of light and nature
ablaze.
It leaves behind a trail of warmth that crosses through the
cool of air.
In the shadow of the trees, a universe of stars, much like
those of night.
They reach down and bathe this land with a secret sparkle that
flies and floats the golden rain,
It gleams and fills the world like fairy dust, within a
dream of life and golden green.
Within the day, within the dark, like feathers floating in
the sun.
Whispers of the forest, of calm and joy and silent nature,
Of pollen and flowers, and branches and bark,
Cascades of light that fill the void.
Awake and sleep in certain sights
Of dreams that dream within the growth of life,
Within the magic light that filters through the leaves.
