Ocean spray rises
Swaying, touching
Pink and orange trees
In wind from far away

Charcoal rain
Spewing cinders
Dripping from tall trees
Running off of all the leaves

It leaves behind
Coal in lanes
Flowing down branches
Like flora’s veins

A coast of
Glass grain sand
Topsoil blackening
By the hands

Which cast upon them
Winds that shape
Into this dreamt
Contented place

Melted precious pure gold
A sea with waters stilled
Made smooth waves in bold
And to rhythm it was willed

Gold spray rises from waves with will
Coal drips and blackens glass sand
The breeze abated by ocean spray
Life pumps in the flora’s new veins

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