Along this path, angels strolled,
leaving traces behind as tales unfolded.
The rainbow they once sung,
now blooms in flowers young.
From the heavens, a harp's gentle hum,
and a choir of angels, their voices strum.
In the midst of beauty's embrace, I soar,
a crown upon my head, adorned with flora.
Each note of this divine harmony,
lifts me higher in sweet ecstasy.
A robe woven by starlight's hand,
dances on the breeze of love, so grand.
A smile, like the sun's radiant glow,
while my skin with magic does aglow.
Deer frolic in joy around,
leaves shimmer with a newfound crown.
They join nature's dance, a celestial tune,
as birds with gifted voices, a harmonious boon.
I ascend, guided by the rhythmic stream,
while water sways, whispers in the gleam.
The wind, in its rhythmic spree,
elevates me further, wild and free.
As the sun inscribes this hymn with light,
I become part of nature's story, bright.
Radiant and brighter it gleams,
rays spreading the tale, it seems.
Inviting all to this enchantment,
akin to a dream, a scent of perfection.
Above the rainbow, I reach out,
accompanied by butterflies, no doubt.
The melody of heaven calls me near,
louder it echoes, boundless joy I hear.
… (can’t fit more. i’ll send the second part in another post!)