Rebuilding my Mountain, so i can reach for my Star
The essence of My Flower do Bloom.
Always near, yet at times, From slumber,
Dreamily, unseeingly Far.
When i wake, a glimpse i take.
The shimmering White, Sparkling Pearly Bright o’ Shaded bark.
Oak and Green Bedroom Scene.
Perched Birds sing Away, Resting under leafy Tree
A wee wind, a Hue o’ Green Sway.
A Mountain, A Lake, the break of day.