A rose emerges resplendent from the dark soil with glorious colour, heavenly scent, velvety petals and sharp thorns, a dynamic and fleeting expression of life. When it decays into the soil it becomes food for the worms, which in turn nourish the magnificent Crow. Crow traverses expansive skies, consumes what the earth cannot process and spreads seeds across the land. Like the rose, it lives, perishes, and returns to the welcoming earth. Our ancient moon watches over, rhythmic in its own cycles and seasons. Everything connected in an intricate dance, forms rise and pass away, while the deeper essence remains.