These wild angel’s wings, out of Summer’s heaven, spring; branching outwards, they take flight; flower feathers, soft and white. Bursting out like light each bloom is a halo, bright
It was sweltering Summer; so hot I could melt and the sun was a gold deck of cards being dealt and I felt the green field and it feeled just like felt;
1 The hour of rebirth 2 The hour of oneness 3 The hour of learning 4 the hour of the sun 5 The hour of truth 6 The hour of wonder 7 The hour of compassion 8 The hour of awakening
