Aura is a shy, elusive bird.

Her brilliance can never be hidden beneath a decorous visage.

A silver lining glitters within acacia faux pelage. The effortlessness of her bold mystique entices imitation, yet none can capture or unmask the true essence of her elan.

She, an oracle aloft on the harmony of her visions, singing sybilline verse with brazen candor for those who defy convention.

Aura’s galvanized wings never tangle in tedious vapors rising from a listless world below her. She escapes high above the prosaic trappings of conventionality.

Aura, the voice within the cathedral treetops
Follow her to masquerade…
Follow her to the walk of whispering leaves…
She calls, she laughs, she sings of prophecy.