As fractaled fingers out-reach towards eve sky’s fading warmthful hues and trunk dreams jealously of namesake amidst etesian milieus, tree’s silent, gelid stance companies with hopeful, open-armed views. ; )

Twixt directions certainly saintly and paths that lean into mean, Charles considered each facade’s consequent to his character’s own—whether to present with modestness of mug or as bellarmine of jug. ; )

Adored by many may be the tree adorned with branches accompanied by so many white and gold chrismon—each promoting ever-longevity,

But

That which only represents life is just death—unlike breath…from, say, coloured calls of an ave ornamented justly as animate Asian honeybee. ; )

Surrounding stairs, synonymicon sellers spontaneously share stories; subsidiarily, staking slope, secondhand-saying-source solicitors suddenly speak sagas. : )

Birb’s branch suffices as a nest

As it wings fittest spot for rest,

Where it chirps a softest good-den

To missed hopes and mates of heaven

Before its sleepy mind alights

Upon tomorrow’s fancied flights. ; )