think about blazing january. the buds of beautiful creature. in a higher place, when the sun shines and and there is no clouds. a pomp of God’s blood. grow with pageant, fulfill the splendid scenery.

there is a beautiful spirit breathing now. pouring glory on the dandelion. dipping in warm light the pillared clouds. within the solemn woods of ash deep-crimsoned. the golden hands moves. shows her grace.

in between spring and autumn, when the weather is warmest; she grows. summer—the exact word to delineate her existence. sharing her mild embrace and vivacious aura. carrying euphoria to the dwellers of the soil ✧