The Orange Yellow

[TheBareSheet 194]

Orange blossoms 

at the end of the sky,

He pads softly

approaching measuredly.

As he spreads his arms

embracing his brethren,

The wind ripples and whistles of his arrival

“Arise.” He says.

Words spoken sincerely

An unspoken promise,

A strong stance, feet planted firmly on the earth

An assured gaze.

The wispy tendrils part ways

The moist droplets disperse in the air

Murmurings emerge through the green sweep.

Stretching the tips of his fingers,

Touching every man, woman, child

In the plane of his shards.

Shards of shimmering

Shards of glittering

Shards of true luminescence.

His fingers 

The hunched bent man in his palm

“Arise” He says again.

His gentle caress 

Soothes

Lifts

Comforts

The never ending, crushing

Burden of men

Their suffering

In the abyss of life

Knowing only the end

Is once more a step closer

But the bright orange yellow glows

Occasionally sprouting sparks

Running across the fields of earth

Soaring through the sky

Overwhelming the darkness that corrupts the land

A orange yellow luminescence seeps

Seeps of warmth

A warmth that fosters and blooms

Of all kinds of wonderful sensations

Sensations that make you 

Tingle all over

Feel the pulsating thump of your heart

Hear the sprinting of wind

Taste the cool, crisp air

Smell the musty smell of home

These sensations

Only experience behold

The orange cradles

Cradles existence

Descends a simple gift

A single moment

A breath inhaled

A sight of beauty

A memory to cherish

 

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