Commerce
Each golden streak
does ray and speak
of whispered words that say,
that all around
not one has found
a creature as vain as day.
As it dapples the leaves
it misperceives
its vocation as its own,
yet in nooks of trees
untouched by the breeze
lurks a force at that moment unknown.
As the translucent light fades
its brilliance it trades
for a second of brief respite,
but as it sleeps
shadows seep
and dance with the coming of night.
nature poem for english, obviously :P
~Firesilk:P