Shadow Song

The towering, monolithic structure blocked out the sun, impeding my soul. Resonant with the trivial tempest of emotion, it wept for liberation, longing to return to its grassroots. The massive pines, fragrant in their existence and blissfully enlightened, shade me from harm. Laced with the potent imprints of many, they beckon to me, They cry out to teir vanished child, erected from the Earth's rubble, drawn from their loin. They call me back, back to the land I know best. I tremble asI stumble onto the obscurely blackened vision exposed by the leafy canopy of life. The night sky was bright with the radiance of darkness. The clouds fit beautifully apart, forming a canvas meticulously painted by the gods of time. And I, but a catalyst of flesh and breath gaze upon its splendor, and envision the great mother that bore this dream unto the twilight's reprieve.