and her sky will speak
of the roar of earth,
hillsides bedevilingly breathe,
mounds that mold and form,
shape the turn of stone,
heave of her pithy pebbles.

the dawn whispers persuasion
in gentle burst of awakening hue
that entice charismatic waves
to bow before the hem of desire;
a bloom upon each call of passion's plight
destined to stir beauty's stem of anticipation

flurry of her trees drape
its lifeblood around my growth
with a flash of magnificence
from canopy’s clap of thunder,
her echo of vivacious electricity
has come to cast a splitting storm.

weaving symphonies in climactic reign
where carnal thirst plunges curiosity's shore
submissive intent pleading between each strike
as craving consumes in euphoric gasp;
beauty encompassed by ravenous embrace
peeling reality from trembling sigh.

their combined voice sings secrets
and its pyre pulsates out of control
with the smell of nocturnal lightning
that glistens off quaking ground.

mother nature holds such sweet ecstacy

how vividly defined, my task

hmmmm thanks

that it does pkd

'the dawn whispers persuasion
in gentle burst of awakening hue'

Oh so lovely words....