SpringRoot

Subterranean echoes embrace Dark energy unseen; Below a quiet note Permeates like muffled Thumps of quilted hands Against the drums of time.

Crowded life on hold Motion unimportant Dense and colorless Like a painting begun And set aside Forgotten.

Earthen orchestra poised Slender fingers long dormant Anticipating radiant signs; To pluck dark instruments And prepare the conductor’s Quiet harmony.

Sun comes round again Old Midas reaches out To touch the book of Now; The timeless hymnal reveals A solitary voice and Life itself Explodes in song.

Whirling desperate globes Repeat the chorus Riotous and profane; Seed brown, leaf green Crystal tears rejoice Upon the land And wonder.

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