A gathering place

White snow spirit; sky blue, leafy green, black dirt, placid lake, rosy sunset spirits, swill my soul in your eyes, and reveal to me your wisps of vivacious energies vigorously gathering deftly to sparkle, shimmer, animate, bubbly, boisterously, bravely fascinate every yarn, filament, grain of my being. Wise old withered Maple, Fir, and Cedar tree spirits sweeping windy, slapping grassy, singing sun spirits slide into my meandering thoughts, twirl downward into my rot throbbing, aching, yearning for your calm, collective, peace giving biting, blazing, breathing, thunder booming bravely into and out of my soul like the bloom of spring blossoms from winter and the quivering marsh, lumbering lake, shivering snow spirits gather among all the others for a celebration of everyday life that ceaselessly rides forward clutching, grasping, clenching the futurestheater tirelessly acting the scenes to come...