Lifted Arms

Nature's changing course often brought relief to the radiance and shattered courses of mortal ado

And it goes both ways in the dungeon of ados

Soft rain and hard rain stock together as the tougher and harder times unrestrained 

Singing pools springing up at woken dawns

Crystal moon barely disdain the effrontery of wrinkled palms upon wrinkled lips as wrinkled logs crippled by the rivers and blown away 

Lift your arms above implacable sweetness to seek the farthest lands landscaping the bareness of barren fields for the unveiled forest of gold

It does not matter the vessels are daring and grim

Which posture of the everlasting grill will end the cosseted piece?

Pour accolades on the lifted Arms above the ragged jungle.