Sunlight ripples on gamuts of green,
Dancing with the eastern wind;
Autumn's gentle shooting stars;
Mellow drizzles on unwoven carpets
Velvet, fragrant moss;
Petal-soft ripened leaves,
Sturdy trunks jump up to court
Chary stars of daytime skies
And at once, unforeseen
a million jewels spring up from nowhere
Treasures of a forest nymph?
Or maybe just beauty, unseen,
wasted, untrampled
Shrill cicadas synch to the song
sung from afar by the eastern wind
Silence lurks, prevails and mediates
In midflight, the heroin, wonders
surely what keeps her aflight;
Or does it not?
Gracious wingspan, feathers light
Air in her bones, wind on her wings
Or maybe just beauty, unseen,
Wasted, untrampled?
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