I strolled the Mother's atrium, bare feet making ardent love to the velveteen moss. Shadows couldn't take on the monstrous hues of black and grey as the emerald conscience of Mother's atrium tamed them sure, whipping foaming mouths into chartreuse bird houses. My voice and the sound of my breathing came back to me in verde echoes and moist vibration, playing tunes backed by the choir streaming sunlight through leaves, their music keeping dust and mayflies floating endlessly. Hey young Cardinal, harbinger of spring, while your beauty is undeniable, fly away briskly and give room for the hummingbirds breast in chromatic glory and allow my tryst with Mother's atrium to be complete and rapturous. I will take it with me and wrap tight my shoulders against the crimson night.