Whilst attaining toward my unforgettable sky, i was reduced to a redolent ochre of deferring pulse, had i remembered you to yesterday? The inhale of a smoking forest, that lay thick to the truncated sky, a fog filled the valley with an emanate easy, a moonlit blanket, undercover our petrichor of photon spilled Sun. The renewable ashen lash, audibly to bunch in looming fit, the cloudless-mock of a retiring moon. Time’s don’t change, they reapply indifferently to the cannibalistic canopy, the forgiving Sun, to an fro, of late, the expired ochre encase. Of trusses and pine, i lament to such beauty, to enriched soil, the inherent to exploit, the only one way to become.