(Advance Note: You’ll need to click on the thumbnails to get the full effect.)
The red of tumult, struggle, grimly faithful companion of sweat and tears.
Verdancy, at long last, celebrated and doubted.
A vision at once near-unthinkable, mundane, fantastic. Inherently uncertain, even as a record not yet written already knows.
What was I, what am I? What might I yet be?
Am I one, more than one, inseparable from the more?
I understand the entirety of tumult is difficult to see at this scale. This should help:
Feel free to ask, discuss, or guess, whether on Twitter or in the comments below (you just need to choose a name and start typing). Enough right answers may lead to a follow-up, or simply the end of the puzzle. Otherwise, perhaps another clue.
I do like puzzles, even if I might not be the best at crafting them (to say nothing of poetry). Hope you have a little fun with this one.