Swishy intellect storms through branches of ages.
Dangling breezes of repudiation scrunched into frowns for arrivals
that came and did their best.
Hazy climate hovers in the interim of winged masters,
chattering in the golden glow of swarmed creators.
It’s once in a blue moon for converging in formidable clusters
set ablaze by the dawn of a new day.
Evening brings calm to the low humming, providing burrows
for planned festivities that will take place in the far tomorrows.
It takes weeks of munching the air and slitting branches
before the erection of seeded generations.
On cue, the departure is a winding down that noiselessly breathes
new life into moist ground.
What’s left behind are the colors of drunken chirpers that circled the earth
in search of beddings for firmed zygotes.
Life goes on, even as the world collides with registered beings
attempting to add more torment.
Evidence left behind is loudly apparent by the dullness of a stiff existence
against the background of majestic greens.
It’s the changes we rely on when nothing is different.
