THEM THEY US ALL
FINE FRAGRANCE FOR ALL OF US
EARTH
Sweeping forests sing sweet from the sap and the tree, her rising hills, red rock marble, bathed in light or dressed in darkness still screaming the celebration of life. White sands and weathered rock, another mile on the road logged long into the senses, this one sweet world around which we are spinning
WATER
The quiet space where the ocean makes you weightless. A soaking of spring to bring about the bounty of blooms, every single blue you can dream in this world, what carved out the wonders of our world and what gives us life in every sip.
FIRE
Flame gasps to smolder, sunken eyes and salacious smiles, dice thrown hard against the table’s felt, the badman in the best way, that brand new leather jacket and its first dip in exhaust, blackpepper magic, the guitar burns but the song plays on
AIR
The misty morning dew drops on the sweet pine and spruce, a salt crust on the white flower from ocean’s breath, flower fields blooming spanning beyond the eye’s reach, the gently hung linens curing in the rays, a rolling storm, a fresh coat of powder to paint the landscape white