The glow of skies
The glow of skies
The forest, tangled paths, the dreams that were forgotten
The towers made of living substance,
The growth that was once sparked from mere acorn now turns in potent giant.
The bushy limbs that cover who we are,
As almost soils that hide from waters,
But leaves, you know, for us the starry night is of the other wonder :
The glow of tiny droplets of a fairy dust upon the fabric of nour, which we recall from childhood,
The mighty limbs, I ask you to uncover skies before us, and let us see the painting of most creative artist
We urge you, since the morrow dawn will move the stars away from us, and we will not forebear waiting
The time — the ticking clock; it measures seconds we are left with…