upon the sun-warmed rocks.
ethereal in its transcendent beauty, though slightly wistful in its mute appeal,
it twinkles and gleams jubilantly, the byzantine complexities in its shimmering rossianna texture, essence of vitality
overhead twilight touches it, and the grogan sends tendrils of its existential odor
questing over the grassy bank, giggling merrily with an errant breeze
stars appear lazily in salutation of the grogan’s arrival, and they dance in the azure indigo in riotous abandon
it reposes benignly and magnanimously upon its terrain, like a baby in a manger
like a baby in a manger