The Sound of the Tree through the Forms of the Veil
For a moment in the evening, the red yields to the yellow as it lights upon the maiden. Might yellow too be molded? Yes, indeed, with a cry the waters parted long ago so that the yellow could form about the red ribs, revealing the glory of the creative cry of need for her. Would yellow combine with blue? In the morning beyond the evening, cloaked within the veil of red and white, she will behold the green on the red tree of her redemption.