Gracious boughs of
ancient wisdom,
Telling tales in whispers,
moist and full
of gleaming pearls.
The depth of death
clings to soul-
folded in veils
of vitality.
Reflections cycling-
Circling in synchronicity.
A time of symphonic
Epiphany-
sparks the fire within-
A dance- foretold
again and again.
~ Jewls