Rising gradually, flames licking his prodigious body, he yawns; continuing to soar. Upon rising to his optimum height, Sun's steely gaze overpowers the sky's army of cloud. As if waves, they curl, roll recede and retreat. Gazing into every available space, leaving no stone unturned, or rock unraveled. Piercing through the trees, with twigs entwined like the limbs of lovers, the light sketches silhouettes onto the ground behind the bark.
Soldiers retract momentum;
To nature's battleground they sing,
Partnered by the birds below - composing.
Sheltering behind swords to shield them.
Bidding farewell and Sergeant succumbing.
Underneath the glinting leaves, running parallel to a clearing,
Whilst the symphony rises to a new tone,
Water runs over pebbles, as if skin over bone.
Damp soil brooding and bearing life; blades of grass claw themselves upward, protruding skyward. They cut violently into the air in desperation to fulfill their growth, spawned from their admiration for the trees above. Echoes pass the lips of the wind as it speaks sweepingly through the valley, causing the leaves on the trees to take partners and waltz; wearing shimmering raindrops as sequined dresses.
Reflections in the water,
Distorted vision; beauty dissipated.
The skin's current ever calmer,
Stillness obvious; peace invigorated
Adam Thomas
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