rolling thunder across the branch of divinity wandering amidst the dreary afternoon rain as it falls from the tropical sky we dance feverishly feathered in the forest growing old to where the ash finally reaches the dust and all has become one again emerald forests stretching for miles and miles cloaked in innocent green to naive travelers frothy air floating through dreams netting the terrible tirades of our long lost enemies searchers out before dawn the frost is on the water crescent yellow trails forming on the edge of reason losing the day, welcome the night the twilight edge cuts through the mist rising from the valley that is our hopes, dreams desires
