Beings of brightness, shapes and sound
Peering out across the gold shimmery vistas,
Beautiful city creatures still wandering around,
Go quietly now, the sun to moon whispers.
From the many fields of green and gold,
From bright and wintery days of old,
Comes the blushed liquid of a faraway vine,
Perfectly poised and ready to shine.
Truly Rosé – Be The Bliss
