Liquid Green

The liquid green melting into the grey of the sky, where his feathered fingers touch the ground leaving the world in awe. Those are pebbles, stones without ill intent, they are merely playing, playing this ancient rhythm. And this black perfume, it’s heavy fragrance dazes me. “I am alone in this world.”, say a million tiny voices, and together they make a roaring choir. There must be a crack somewhere, a crack out of which life escaped and now it looks up to the sky and a little rock on the side of the hill is all lighten.