She rises from the cooling waves,
spreads her wings, prepares to fly.
Up, up she will soar, silently,
into the eternal sky,
But when Death sets foot on sandy beach
will the flowers wilt and wither?
When radiation, invisible,
turns summer into winter.
Once again I’ve jumped on the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads bandwagon for their Open Link Monday, but who can resist such a beautiful picture? *smile* Imagine that! Two pieces in two days, perhaps my muse is coming out of hibernation?