A single rain lands upon a young leaf
Shattering empty sound
Living the green in mother
Rays and colored earth geometry scatter in linear absolution
And submerging the water of dreams
Deep in the veins of lining aqua
The sky is a perfect teal, like the story of a thousand years of rain
Embracing like march dream
I am carried
And leaves are erhëtrhenän
Against the limal water of the sky
And distance is the clearest fog
Through which I see the tears and glory of a thousand years
And the etched roots of her burning eye