09/19/06

[geffenhawk]

mist rolls down the mountains
like flames of sunlight igniting a new day on a distant world
creeping slowly down the peaks
gathering speed like an avalanche

willows stand in the path of the onslaught
bending and swaying but never to break
flowing like the waves
strong and resilient

up and out its tendrals stretch
reaching for the golden nectar
pulling sweet ambrosia from the earth
out of the sky

a song fills the air
the great mother calling to her children
to live and grow
in harmony as one family