Like the last wish of a wishing well there are eggshell white clouds and small particles of blue rain, evocative debris from the daydream delight of a sleeping, and living mountain made of organic rock. There are chromatic fern and fat yellow flowers under a colorless canopy of crisp, silken spiderwebs, and a prickly green and pink orchard with pristine purple grapes on an elegant, and delicately paper-thin vine. There is a partially battle-fallen decaying wooden fence that looks like the shrunken, and rotting curved planks of castle wine barrels in a dank cellar, a dropped and forgotten fat tomato reddening like the bloody organ of the dense sunlight shards that dance along the muddy creek bank and marrow of mulch among the mayflies and a mute army of occupying maggots in the remaining limbs of a baby deer, the sad and somber cycle of life and death in the domain, and expanding dominion of the great black bear, the ruthless barbarism, and weeping mother mourning with the outer dirt that is dark and badly painted the color of liver. Cocooned in a low-lying thorn patch away from the intoxicated wolves and poisoned lilac is a quiet, orange fox, her kits, and freshly scattered grave goods, like the opening of an eye, a vast and sweet, inky and untouched veranda.
Head over heels like being in love for the first time there still stands a woodpecker war zone and shotgun-shot, chocolate-brown, dead walnut tree with butchered arms, there is a black bird with baleful but watchful eyes on a melancholy twig, a last flicker of a blink, and deathly violent gaze before it melts into the blameless mosaic of creation that includes the secret lives of warring red ants, and the tender cush and crayon-colored knot of idyllic ivy that look like waterless lily pads and a cartoon-like highway for microscopic explorers cast with devouring flame holes burnt into charcoal colored shadows splotched and speckled with the newborn light breaking through the maze of blissful branches like the whispering breath trapped deep inside a magnificent and magical marble rolled there and forgotten by some snoring giant.