In a hypnosis of a descending form,
mesmerized by the distilled song.
No longer entranced by a bitter source,
allowing Nature to take its course.
Think of Life’s jubilation,
and give each Petal its admiration.
Yellow trumpets dance in delight,
mesmerized by the nourished song.
Breathe the aroma of Petrichor,
and feel the gods origin,
as you get closer to great riches,
forget your place and the forbidden
for nothing may challenge a Tree during a storm.
Sit still and admonish the Falling Form
hypnotized by a drip-drop song.
No longer encumbered by mortal sin,
giving Nature its violin –
The song plays on …