Despair
_____________
Gray,
Wilting Flowers.



Heh, you don't think i'm lazy enough to post only that, do ya? Ha!

Lift
___________
Fingertips of life
brush the clouds above.
nudging
"Get out, make way"

Lithe, segmented stems
protruding from the white,
parting
"Slide over, incoming"

Caloused granite base
caressing dotted skies
holding
"Pardon, excuse me"

Hardened fists, humble
Reaching down to touch
nurtur
"Feel the warmth my child."

Penned by my hand on the 23rd of Daedalan, in the year 261 AF.