In the sprawl of narrowing strata
Engraved paths shoot misty grass blades.
A yawning sun, mellow light
Dappled across the rugged trench carved into dirt.
Dry bed, weeping silently
And invisible to the tuning in the pearls of our ears.
A clamber with melodies whispering,
Bracken sticking to the breeze
In a coarsely sung harmony of
Razors woven into green cloth.
These tombstone rocks
Sliding; descending through a scale,
To a bent and broken tree,
Hollowed with amplified vibrations.
Once struck by lightning and cursed,
Arching with the bow from fingers of light.
Dissonance amidst reluctant sunny breaths.