Willow’s fingers

The Sun yawns over the sleeping beach
Fields of pure gold sway to the music
Sparrow blink blearily and eyes shine with tears
As the trees sigh and watch the path
A gentle breeze stirs the weary river
Ripples break the perfection of a million sapphires
Dancing along the edge of the forest.
Crimson leaves walce to the ground
As a glittering tulip opens her eyes
Grass shine under the power of brillaint sunshine
A lone lamb’s purity holds the sleeping land
Willow’s fingers hold a tiny bluejay
And tears of earth flow out of his crackled, old veins.
The wind agitates a freshly born tree
Who rustles his leaves and laughs; sound of the young.
The Sky is a warming fire; stretching out a weathered hand
To guard the land from cold and rain
Majestic bird soar, soar as the sun on a new born day
And watch the Moon kiss the Sun goodbye
And watch the Sun embrace the river
And the river sing a lullaby of shining magic
For new day is born from the womb of love.