The Veil of Remembering

One day a girl remembered the light that resided within,

that the beauty within, resided with all.

The trees began to whisper secrets into her ears,

and sang songs of night and day,

of a time where the stars shined so bright,

that all who looked upon them,

could not help but stop to ponder their beauty in awe.

They spoke of the colors of the dawn:

the soft pinks, the canyon reds,

the vibrant yellows, which reminded her of daffodils.

They spoke of the rain and thunder so loud,

it seemed as if the earth might crack into two.

“Behold these gifts unfolding to you each day,” they said.

“They are your divine inheritance.”