Through the Eyes of Birds [V5]

Here is the link to the painting.

light sweeps across the hills
in a soft glow of slow burn heat

nature consumed by
ember reds
powdered ash whites
golden flametip edges
warm coal blacks

there is perfect stillness

bare branches and brackish water
caught in symbiotic static and stasis

silent bedrock moves at glacial pace
greater than gods
gargantuan and ominous
dissipating into the distance

clouds hang hauntingly above the manor
wandering into the warm wet air
stoutly surging into the sky
against the gentle suppression of empty ether

the birds are the observers
withdrawn and watchful
of the meaningless motion of Man
amid the frenzied flourishing of fauna

He Stands at Right Angles with the world,
with Flattened Hard pine Walls.
He Creates a Floral Formula of Captive marigolds and oleanders for Display.
He is Cold, Calculating, and Consuming.

then a quiet flicker of flesh and feathers
and the Clouds suddenly feel different