proud
stand We firm
upon the graves
of Elders and Brethren
who pray’d and stretch’d
each day
towards Blue Heaven
towards Nightfall’s twinkling eyes
ere their footholds
were drown’d by Rainfall’s bender
or shear’d by bellowing Air
or Time’s final blessing
loujen haxm'Yor 
Nice words ! Well written thank you ❤💕
Many thanx for your visit and kind response, Priti.
Art
My pleasure 🌹☺💓God bless you.