habaeus-diem

The Flat notes cascade down the barren mountainside, The Floutist leaps from left to right, flouting all the while, Tunes that drag across the very rocks of the mountainside, Upearthing all of the loosest stones, The stones begin to fall and tumble, The stones beging to groan and grumble, Life is breathed within the mountains, as all those who hid within begin to sprout out, once dead fossils birthing vibrant green weeds. The floutist plays his flute, and the tone picks up, The clouds, drifting aimless, wake with a yawn, The world becomes alive and glorious, For 'tis the power of the great Floutist, To breath life into his small wo