Mandala

A fire escapes

the choke hold

of the dragon’s sleek veridiant tongue

that wraps around

shadowy vines

adorned with deep

asleelical stones.

They glow and vibrate

in the marilious fall sun

that flashes

red,

black,

yellow,

and finally

glows a dark royal blue

casting cool air

and brilliant versilimations

down upon the jumping,

chirping

meep community.

All as one

they spin and leap

dancing to the beat

of the glorious nature

and in its turn,

destruction.

No clouds…but rainfall,

vibrations sent to kill,

a journey that never ends.

And this is what they dance to

for all of forever.