An Oak, tall as a cathedral spire
Cast a mighty shadow
As the setting of the
sun
Turns the western sky
to fire
An Oak, tall as a cathedral spire
Cast a mighty shadow
As the setting of the
sun
Turns the western sky
to fire
Above the horizon
The beauty of a
sunrise,
Slowly emerges and
Illuminates the sky
And as it spreads into the morn
It burns red on the calm water
As a cool pleasant breeze
Drifts gently across
the bay
The narwhale lived year-round
In the Arctic waters
around
Greenland, Canada, and
Russia
Along with its cousin
the Beluga
The narwhale males
fished
The waters, and are distinguished
With its long straight
helical horn
Like a predatory arctic
unicorn
In the depths of purple clouds
Soft and temperate as the night
Masks the setting of the sun
And hides the fading
of the light
The eagle soars
On majestic wings
Effortless in flight
Riding thermals
In the moist early morning
Dew drops embrace
The willow stems
Like lovers’ tears
Until they evaporate
Under the sunlight’s
caress
Some people are like clouds In strange kind of way Because when they fuck off It becomes a beautiful day