She dangles the boughclose enough to taste
Skirting away the moment
I almost catch it
She casts greens to golds
and shimmering stones to ice
I glide across in surprise
She cries in uneven cadence
whispering her power and majesty
from the clouds and sea
I am spellbound
I cry
My gratidtude great and gaining
bold and splattering grains of sandy
patterns upon my lips and soul
She cries
I arise
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