My form sucks...but whatever.
The wind through the trees,
Whispering silent secrets.
As grassy fields sway under the night's stars,
Water flows in trickles.
Reaching through the maze,
Out and far,
Reaching to the corners of the world.
In steady flows it erases,
Hides and drowns - the day's worth of sunlit surprises.
Sinking deeper,
Hidden further,
All things by day are silenced.
No witness, no listener,
The trees silently whisper,
As the world dries the last trickles of water,
Dawn, erupts.
Dreaming, sinking: through the galaxy of stars.
The setting sun beckons,
With a new day, a new layer of shadow.
Darkness consumes,
Grassy fields covered in ash,
As water begins rushing far below.
Up to the surface,
From the infinite depths of shadows,
Spring forth a silent wind.
Moving quickly through the air,
The skeletal trees and bare fields remain.
A trickle becomes a stream,
A stream becomes a waterfall,
Rushing and ebbing above the surface.
Tossing, turning,
Tumultuous waves erode the solid trunks.
Sunrise - the end of what started;
Rising, emerging from the grips of darkness:
A new day.