The Blaze

Surrounding the damp soil
Quivered a hundred stars, 
Igniting an army of silver blades, 
Piercing the cold green moss.

Spreading it's sharp wings, 
The tiny planet mocked, 
Revolving and spreading ripples, 
Soaking footprints where I walked.

Wet and grey were the rocks,  
Fluttering, though still,  
As the dancing flow crept 
Miles below a topmost hill.

Like forts stood the rocks, 
Stronger than the strongest, 
Moving not an inch,  
Defending to be the best. 

Invisible seemed the sword, 
Blinking every now and then. 
A warrior, none, but the sun, 
Awakening earth from heaven.