The Aether

The winds drift in cool magnificence 
Seedlings afloat in ambient potentials 
The breath racing over new born form 
Tender stems pushing upward toward heaven 
The air full of a countless exchanges 
Nascent bulbs wait ready to become 
The aether carries a secret light 
Blossoms fire in cool magnificence 
The winds carrying their ambient potential 
Aging blooms watching new born form 
The breath going out toward heaven 
Withering petals recall countless exchanges 
The air knows what to become 
A dead flower holds a secret light 
The aether