Sweet wind, beauty too delicate to hear
She softly speaks among whispering leaves
Silent but strikingly turning my ear
To shooting stars' songs, her summer night breeze

Dark horizon, beauty beyond my sight
Nature at night, so serene in her freeze
Icicles cry as her fires alight
Dance in the sky with her elegant ease

Wild she-wolf, beauty unleashed and unknown
Who howls along sounds of the fallen tree
Witnessing wildflowers blooming alone
What only she hears, should only she see

Her radiance belies my screen
My muted muse, the Drama Queen

Snapshots:

• undelete.pullpush.io

• ghostarchive.org

• archive.org

• archive.ph (click to archive)