Intersecting motes of light

Amber hues turning forests bright
Masterful strokes decorating the sky

Ageless, but for a moment as if time did die

Rustling leaves strewn across the dell
Onward and outwards vines did swell
Serenity encapsulated
Ethereal beauty perpetuated

Penned by my hand on the 10th of Mayan, in the year 949 AF.