There's An In-Between

Thy Swift Serene

Sight

Thus gifted to thy eyes for knowing one's path, for a future unknown to thy present. Vision, clustered of color and sewn by light, with senses that ignite and form thy feeling of tranquil might. A source of memory, captured within thy moments before thus pass, most know thy sense while eyes close and pry of all feeling beyond thy mirrors reflection.

As mist forms thy columns of cloud, and binds thy murky color scheme, of briskly woven morning scenes. A clouded vision becomes thy night, as colors form thy greying might, dancing within thy sky's blue plight. Image captured and filed on sight, held within thy trees of life.

Thy brisk winter morn, fresh and new, swirls within thy morning dew. As birds of flight dance in hues, colors molded through tranquil clues. Of puzzles formed with chasing cues, thus birds hath played thy morning tune. High in sky's and brave in times, catch thy beauty and colorful signs, at dawn they play with mighty chimes.

Thy chilling breeze beholds thy plight, of newly found and hidden times. Sit before thy mountain scene, valleys fold in evergreen, rivers hide beyond thy sight deep within thy mountain's might. Peace serene is held for thine, no sound is bound within thy mind, as nature sings thy song of time.

Cherish, then, thy moments spent as peaceful scenes unfold before thee. Embrace thy beauty of natural simplicity, as sight unbound gifted thee ability. Grasp thy means of beautiful trees, that bind and bend extended memory. Release thy breath, of encased transgress, as life beholds thy sight-filled best, known of old and known of new hold thy true and beautiful cue.

Indeed thy Swift hath beautiful speed, unknowing to some thy blessing serene, they dance at dawn and sing with might, performing for thee in blissful light. Behold their time, encased in signs, sent to be thy morning chime.