High Country - The Sword, J. Robbins

Brothers

Sisters

Listen closely

To the earth

Dawn arrives

A rooster wails

Clouds enshroud the mountainside

Like a virgin’s bridal veil

Summer nights

Silent trees

Fireflies

Like galaxies

Encircled by

Black butterflies

Up the road

Side by side

Down the valley

Come raging storms

Dying just as fast as

They are born

On summer nights

Among the trees

Fireflies

Like galaxies

Taking flight

Upon the breeze

Butterflies

Of ebony