Earth’s radiance, we are birthed from celestial fire—discreet expressions of form, the children who choose you to nurture us, not to bridle our minds. Instead, you…

Earth’s radiance, we are birthed from celestial fire—discreet expressions of form, the children who choose you to nurture us, not to bridle our minds. Instead, you…
Woodlands pulsate a pastel euphony, storm lingers in repose, a threat disguised by prismatic hues of charged particles meant to disarm me. I’m partial to sunset…
Silence saturates the old footpath that brought them to me. …
My mind takes flight and I trespass the boundaries of redshift galaxies, light speed jumps blending with stardust to shield my wings from a reentry burn. …
I’ve never heard a nightingale sing, but I know where blue bees hide—not in this metropolis. City winds do not speak to me like they do in the forest, only tearless …
I am a shadow walker of the ancient ways—I have no beginning, nor shall I end. By Earth I was risen, though Sun sets me free, and Moon rains stars into my eyes. Wind carries my…