The Pacifistic Sun’s Shine

still working on this one!! lol@"Loched" the english language hates me...

Part twisting were the teeming winds
That were howling mid the heather,
Where the sunlight caught the mid-flight spores
Like a nimbus of feign feathers.
There, throstles trolled fleeting hymns
While lucent rays refracted,
Playfully spun and craftily shunned,
Off its pinions and thin limbs:
A shade a trace, blotched pale against the sun
In the nothingness of its abyss
Where known universe was strung undone.
All fish-eyed rendered, angled at the sky
(While lying midst the aisle)
In this grove of fairy fringe,
With woods all held outside the weald
Loched first frost caused ground to tinge-
Rampant growth like ramparts grow
Shielding what is there to show
A secret told unto itself
And for just the heavens to know;