in the beginning

i’m rising like a landmass

uncarved like Pangea

unbridled like a dragon 🐉

whose fire finds the hero by

skimming along the craggy coastal line

overlooking colors, scanning its domain

yellow warm lay the grasses

pleasant in the sun, combed by the wind

deep green rise the forests

protected humus layered depths

tangling tree fingers spread with skies

fractals finding spaces to replicate

nature’s expanse

this Earth’s anchor is a morphic reminder

that nothing is solid

we are in the center as awareness, golden

flowing molten iron swirling,

balancing aurora flashing green tones

while the amethyst crystal horizon line

guides us into the dusk of

our true and formal beginning: the end.

All that comes with the setting Sun.