Watercolor skies of dusk and dawn
Painted at the hand of celestial lovers
Give wake to petrichor in Spring.
Riddled amongst the clouds in endless cycle
Is the fountain of life and youth.
Should rain fall only to caress your cheek
Or to trail diamonds along your earthen strands?
Do the droplets fuel the Pisces Dragon
And guide your hearth to glow of gold?
Is it where your soul learned the way of water?
Know the creek does gently bend
In mind of where it flows.
How the frogs claim residency for their young,
But how the waters steady change.
All things will grow if given time.
See the ocean wave on shorelines
As if caressing them with soft hands,
But know still how it waits as prey to none.
Alongside coursing rivers,
Flora emerges from the valley womb.
Earth portrays her colors only by the light of you.
The buzzing hives awaken with the new day.
Bees draw nectar from the gentle buds,
Meant only to craft your voice that drips of honey.
Are you drawn to the sun stained waterlines?
Is it where you found your amber glow?
Concealed is the foxes' burrow within the fallen tree.
Magnificent still, though now hollowed.
The eye may deceive you in passing glance
For the shield of resin glaze is found within.
Would the bark still speak in tongues
Of roads less traveled by the breeze?
Beneath the soil loitered by emerald grass
Lay roots encased in mycelium,
Communicating in silence.
The mycorrhizal web is woven
Only to nourish new life by limbs of those before.
As the timberland tells of history long ago,
Does not the wind groan of her voyages
Above steadfast canopies?
Does the mountain teach the bear to roam,
Or the bear bewitch the somber stone?
Perhaps the aging leather stained by oils,
Or the autumn leaves along the riverside.
The hilltop where the cabin sleeps
And how it vexes coming nights.
Would the wolves howl for the moon
Though her longing is of the sun?
Do they know of songbird trilling
When the morning comes along?
The tree felled in solitude is heard,
Just as the evergreen forest still sings.
The melodies of many matter not
When adoration finds its muse.
Unwavering is the falling darkness,
Though the willow vines still sway.
The sun draws shadows beneath the horizon,
And another diurnal course is complete.
Revealed again is the sea of stars to the ever-changing tomb.
The vastness of the beyond compares not
To the constellations within your eyes.
Through the eternal cycling of existence,
They've aligned and written tales of their own.
Centuries of cryptids, gods, and myths
Found their faces amongst the stars.
Every story holds a place in passing time.
Legends since passed are not forgotten.
Surely you are written amongst them,
For even the ether dreams vividly of you.
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