In order to win the soaring bird; you had to become the amicably cozy nest; harboring its festoon of scintillating eggs; as well as providing it a dwelling
to spend the insurmountably hideous night,
In order to win the dreary eye; you had to become an island of mesmerizing beauty; assume the demeanor of all those it wholesomely revered and cherished,
In order to win the sacrosanct hooded serpent; you had to become a bowl of impeccably shimmering milk,
In order to win the tree; you had to become exuberant draughts of profusely reinvigorating breeze,
In order to win the lips; you had to become a poignantly emphatic and tumultuously alluring smile,
