Wisps of air pranced through the blades of grass under the creek

And danced atop the dorsal fins of the creatures of the deep

And found under the surface of the water

Gazed upon by the moon, blue breathes

And reads the fine lines along a broken face, salt teasing

And longing to taste the pyres of anguish

Yet wildfires burn and bleed, burnt and bled

And how they take flight in a hot sprint!

And pirouette around the other to seed

For nature was loveliness, nothing and everything

But done by all with dance and song

To bear fruit and bloom the reap

But it's wrong, the dance is broken

Nature has a chance to swallow dark rounds or yet, maybe

Stumble upon the victory that is light