Knees pulled tight to chest,
I press into the hush of hills,
under whisper of a breeze,
like bristles in an artists hand,
wooded arms stretch feathered bark
to lofty heights,
sweep languid against the sphere,
to follow celestial caravan.
Silent vault of voices stilled,
suspended star with story to be told.
Time, confused by eternity.
Prayer, choked by immensity.
Humanity cheated by sin,
redeemed in red.