The day moves and breathes the same way it did a time ago. The tree branches wave like a paintbrush on fire, and paints with steady strokes, brilliant, vivid colors that pour off of its mind's canvas.
The sun peaks through the trees like children who play hide and seek; it flickers and glistens on wine-ember leaves and then quickly hides again, so it is not seen.
Fire painted leaves lift and drift off as if to some unknown kingdom unseen, and draws and lifts those who see it into an indelible dream; it waves farewell and yet begs those who see it to stay.
A paradox ensues because it feels as if hope must end, but it breathes and calls those who hear it into its bend. One can feel it go and come like a sacred drum or a deep sleep,
and those in the golden slumber wake to a rhythm in their feet!
These fire painted leaves breathe perpetually in motion and surround its kingdom like wind cascading on the ocean.
The tide moves in and the moon begins to sing in its twilight, and its song is a lullaby that makes the soul weep--cry! The moon paints healing and newness with its every brightly lit stroke...
One gives in to this feeling it invokes; it provokes one with its brush of fire to move and bend in hope like the paradox's breath, and the trees branches steady stroke.
The kingdom is near...
Fire painted leaves lift and drift off as if to some unknown kingdom unseen, and draws and lifts those who see it into an indelible dream. The kingdom is near; the wine-ember leaves wave and sing.
The kingdom is near!
Fire painted leaves breathe perpetually in motion and surround its kingdom like wind cascading on the ocean.
Run under its rain!
Run into its reign!
Its ocean so deep...
Let it lift the soul's creative feet!
Let it calm the soul...
Let it call the soul like the aged who feel its perpetual tug and pull; this golden slumber takes one who hears it up, into its wave...
The kingdom is near!
The day moves and breathes the same way it did a time ago...
...like a lion with fire in its eyes and soul!