The Sound of the Tree through the Forms of the Veil
The warmth of the unmolded yellow meets the molded red within a sea of blue, and the restless nature of her creation stirs in the maiden. Would yellow combine with blue? She finds herself in a field of green. Might yellow too be molded? Shades of formed yellow and blue linger in the green grass and trees. And in the distance a mountain of clay still parts the waters to the west and east. The colors that mingled with the forms emerging from the void so long ago mix inseparably in that brown clay.
The warmth of the unmolded yellow meets the molded red within a sea of blue.