Transmutation.....

Transformation....

This is the eve of a new dawn...

Our own evolution if you will...

A period in time where all wishes are set forth and old behaviors are set aside in a grace for something new to behold our destiny....

There is a period in this time that is timeless it seems....

Where the old and the new seem so far away...

Where we are standing in the space in between....

Where all the unemployed dreams dance in the space between what was and what will be, awaiting our command to come into being....

A beautiful and wondrous time, without time....

Anything and everything is possible....

As the celebrations take place and the party crosses into the final destination....

Take a moment to thank the new... Thank the old....

And most importantly....

Thank the space in between for the dance of our unemployed dreams....

Concrete Metropolis jungle,
A jungle growing within a bundle,
Of polished up, built up, hide away faces,
All in the race competing for spaces.

An aroma from a pretty city
Apon a time was nitty gritty,
Now flowing from edges and ledges,
A fulfilment of dredged pledges.

Grey on Green and green on grey,
Scenes to be seeing I dare to say,
Green scene seeing it's way,
I pray, that this day, is here to stay.

The Mothers pining cry is winning,
A voice of reason is glistening,
Her gasped breathe has been heard,
Her nurchured siblings were spared.