Never Brought Down

A most enchanting sight, illuminating scenery, of solace and repose, all seemed so bright, all so luminous, all so lively, flowers were blooming, birds were singing, nature was healing, critters flourish, grass was a vibrant green, pink and blue blooms, pollen hanging in the air.

Simply repulsive, blasphemy against most divine death!

All of this was under the tranquil shade of a titanic tree, its bark a light brown, bustling with leaves and life, the layers of clouds parted to show its immensity, its full splendour, all its glory.

Its heresy in this world of eternal night, a sight of pure unholiness.

Having appeared in an instant, popping into existence, growing to maximum height, scraping up against the very end of the sky, and perhaps even beyond, crown sitting upon as a highest peak.