Calling for the fire,

Beyond the trees that never fold

Calling for the wind,

That brushes pass the road

Giving memories to the south side of the garden

Laying underneath the sun

Seeds sprouting shards of serenity

Growing buds,

Sworn to never be enemies

Flowing back and forth beneath the islands

Like the anemones...

The breeze smells of cashmere woods...

The clouds,

Neapolitan ice cream

The sky will hug many eyes across the world

Sweet rosemary

Purple cries,

Perfect blue

The daunting weather,

Feels so true

Calling the air that lifts my chains

That lets me swing my arms around

That lets me breathe under the shaded trees

During the dance of the rosemary...

The sweet rosemary