Three rose bright in the morning:
The red, the blue and the green
From mountain, ocean, and forest
Each took a tune unseen
The ruby maid of the mountains
Played on a pipe of stone:
A song of the ice and the summit,
Where earth from Earth is alone.
The sequined soul of the ocean
Tolled on a sapphire bell:
A peal heard low, but forever
A single note in the swell.
The leaf-crowned son of the forest
Strummed on a silken string:
Soft as the light that dapples
Sad as a broken wing.
Note, note and note, together
Met in a burnished bay.
Lay, with the twigs, on the shingle
Spun in the rushing spray.
By the summit, the deep, and the bower
Ears and instruments stilled
Heard, by the echoes empowered
Hope of hearts fulfilled.
Feet on the stones, and the leafmould
Feet in the splashing spray
Met in the curve of the shingle,
Danced for the joyous day!
Three there were still at sunset:
The red, the blue, and the green
Moved as one by the music
Heard in a single theme.
Jenkins Rising 
3 responses to “Entangled”
This is very beautiful, I do t think there is a word out of place from start to finish! 🧡🌟
Thank you!
The sequined soul of the ocean
Tolled on a sapphire bell:
Sad as a broken wing.
All lines that make my hearts swell
There is, within nature, a symphony
That all, who have sense, knows is true
But it take such a skill as you have
To release each note to the blue
Thank you, again, for sharing your words