At dawn she reclined in thought,
considering the tapestries of Earth,
finding meaning in the destinies of earth-worms.
Then morning came.
With plant-slowness, her arms unfolded,
and she lifted her leaves to the sun.
What in the night
had been a goddess of melancholy,
reveals colors now
sadness has never known.
considering the tapestries of Earth,
finding meaning in the destinies of earth-worms.
Then morning came.
With plant-slowness, her arms unfolded,
and she lifted her leaves to the sun.
What in the night
had been a goddess of melancholy,
reveals colors now
sadness has never known.