Grow times are paling as the shores flow taller on grasses green scene.

On horizon, on the horizon, a promise
broken by the day turning into night
without warning.

There's the bird and the big tree
family of silence and harmony.

Washing the dark with movement
and possible kindness.

Believing it all a must
to survive this new land.

Big trumpet sound on the right
right there.
Eyes not seen but the feeling
immense within.

Gargoyles watch this
unfinished life
being.

Secrets recorded and silence.

Thought not an harmonious one
now
it's undone.