Nature

Slowly it slips through the endless twilight; 
like water through men’s hands. 
The leaves golden, falling on the earths breathe like a kite, 
landing in the boundless lands. 
Sparkling with unfrozen crystals in a molten river, 
basking in the suns smile of endless warmth. 
Down in the valley wide it flows from not but a sliver, 
ending back in the mountains snow from whence it came forth. 
Ashen it’s creation in twisted beauty, ablaze. 
Roaring on endlessly tyrant of destruction; 
orange and golden are it’s depths in thy gaze, 
opposite as the bubbling brook its reflection. 
Whispering notes of changing composition; 
caressing tree’s bark and soils grass with a weightless hand. 
Echoing life’s cries of song in misty repetition, 
singing the endless rhapsody of the elements land.

Elements land