Delicate nets collect on sailing clouds of violet mist, while red leaves twist and spin in turn............
Delicate nets collect on sailing clouds of violet mist While red leaves twist and spin in turn Gleaming sparks of dawn cannot be dismissed As the scattered night sky Is adjourned
Sweet water gathers in a dream’s own reflection On a whirling spider’s silvery thread Morning has broken needing no authentication See her truth glowing there In an intricate web
Tiny stones are surrounding sharp blades of grass Worshiping the presence, they behold Looking up from the shadows of a looking glass With their own stories Still untold
A leaping bass, splashes proudly in a silent pond Each drop of water expressing its distress Thinking that the sun was waiting to respond To his shimmering silence Used to impress
A single drop of water, a red leaf twisting in the wind A spider weaving her web to be blessed Even the tiny stones worshiping their friends Leap with the bass distressing the pond To impress
This is a glittering chain of precious stones; a beautiful description of a day's birth, that special time between dark and light, the was and will be. So many wonderful phrases, ' .. Tiny stones are surrounding sharp blades of grass ~ Worshiping the presence .. ' such a gentle but clear scene.
You've found a tunneling illustration of the depths of beauty in nature; the secrets that will never be told and the truth in exploration found by sunlight and the brilliant splash from the flipping fin of a bass.
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