I see a shifting mosaic overhead; green, white and blue in rhythm with the breeze. Birds pass in brief flickers. None will linger in branches holding danger. Their songs of warning tumble through the air. Sparrow, blackbird, thrush. Strong limbs are holding me aloft. There are pale coins resting on the green skin, spreading patches of moss. Cream scales cling to a rotten branch.there is a leaf trapped under the lifting bark, still green. The twisted limbs of the Day Tree are pitted with rain-darkened hollows and cobwebs hold leaves forever caught above ground. The tree’s voice is quiet, almost drowned out by harsh music from the distant
Step into the silence
Give up the sky for shade
Walk into his smooth embrace,
He falls like dusk around you
Hear the call of silence
Within the green wood’s shadow
Your thoughts escape as twisting wraiths
Playing in the old oak’s arms
Accept your love of silence
His shadows stretched in longing
Fading with the dying sun
Until finally, he breaks
The night is not for silence
This realm not his to rule
The living songs rise through the trees
Weaving through the sylvan vale
Will you search for silence,
Escape the haunting dark?
To gaze into a star strewn sky
Silence now in your heart
Back into a picture, Chemistry major I am. Extreme Environment specialist Back on the scene, I like mountain climbing I stand. I am practicing my writing and artwork Back into my mind, Feline I find myself. Artistic name: Mauran