• Vol. 09
  • Chapter 02
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Beneath the earth

The sun shines on autumn trees
Each with own red and golden leaves.
I see a half crescent moon
Hung in the sky, swooping pelicans over the ocean
Finding fish.

I hear the waves rising high green marbled white.

What becomes of us, I smell beneath the earth,
Emanating pink and green from the fallen spring.

Breathing life into muted cries, I rescue and resurrect.
I speak of a wondrous world defying barriers
For us and humans all together.