To touch the sky’s celestial pyre.
Moss blankets every rolling hill
In tangled threads of neon green,
Where all the world is soft and still
Beneath a glowing, cosmic screen.
The boundaries fade between the floor
Of roots and soil that anchor tight,
And heavens opening up a door
To endless, multi-colored night.
I'm sorry, forgot, those uploaded images did earlier, and prompts are lost...but there are some images here with the same prompt that I uploaded earlier...