A Clearing

Coming to a clearing from the trees, the winds are commandeering seas of green and gold, the swaying fleece of Earth, revealed at freedom's berth I watch the wind, it whips the wheat in ripples racing through the heat and spaced so evenly across the wings of heaven's albatross

Awaken from the trees, to clearing; seas of gold and green revealing Swaying fleece of Earth, I see at freedom's berth, endearing me A windy ripple wave repeating across the sunlight, soothing wheat Upon my ear a whistle, fleeting, upon my skin a UV heat

To unmake dreams that thrive in shade, the sun dismantles my cascade From canopy to castle court, encircled by the wooden fort

Leaning in and falling forward Feet propel the torso toward

With every step, the pace, recalling tears across a crying face, accelerates into a flight with arms outstretched to span the light that's cast upon a thriving land, as tips of grain meet greeting hands A chilling breath upon the back, a final burst from forests, black

The sunlight cuts through atmosphere, like courage overtaking fear, our runner may just disappear into the woodland drawing near