All Is Quiet
Falling from heights unseen
Pink blossoms sink onto the forest ground
The foundation: a web of tangled roots,
Adorned with flowers
A robed figure carrying a bundle
Passes through tall diaphanous curtains,
That flow like a waterfall
From the raised arms of a towering marble woman
Embracing the air- tinted pink and sickly sweet-
Draped in a long, shapeless gown,
Yet upon her chill brow was an opulent crown
Hard eyes gazing upon her visitor,
Blank, yet challenging
Wariness marring her noble features
The trees whisper amongst themselves
The figure sets the bundle upon a crumbling pedestal
The petals halt their sluggish descent
All is quiet--