Flight of the Morning Heralds

“Mount the air,” the mermaid cried,
And the sea released her daughters.

Rising from the waters,
They unfurled wings
Of brilliant white splendour,

And took to the sky.
Carried upon the ocean winds,
The three sisters soared eastward,

Past the lighthouse,
Past the dunes,
And into the rising golden sun.

High above the continent,
A wondrous change befell them.

The daughters of the sea
Became three majestic cranes,
Their silver feathers glowing
In the light of morning.

Their arrival heralded a new day
Across the Continent of Dreams.

There they wandered,
Feeding and resting
Among fields of brilliant azure,
And beneath skies of endless blue.

All day they lingered,
Watching dreamers pass below,
While warm winds drifted
Across the flowering plains.

But as evening gathered,
And the western sky turned gold,
The three cranes rose once more.

Their wings carried them
Beyond the fields,
Beyond the lighthouse,
And out across the darkening waters.

There, at the heart
Of the Dreaming Sea,
The sisters descended,

Returning to the embrace
Of the ocean that had birthed them,
To await another dawn.