Freshly fallen rain clings to the Ash tree.
The cool, crisp nights air rustling its yellowing leaves, the droplets dancing under the moons full face.
It’s beautiful.
The moonlight, the wind, the rustle of leaves, the water beads…
Shimmering liquid glass amongst the trees.
Scattered throughout this branch of the world tree, like stars in the night sky.
Like a glimpse into another universe.
My mind could run wild with speculation, but alas,
What I witness is the earth’s beautiful rains quenching the thirst of its life.
~A
Ink & Embers 