Why is it so arduous
for us to believe we are
beguilingly startling
creatures as none?
Whilst we look at others
we call animals and remain,
befuddled by the perfection
of a nature we reclaim,
temporary beings
roaming freely a land
of prosperous marvels
releasing an infinity
of colours, delicate those
of uncountable flowers,
green that of trees
erecting forests of auburn,
as we spectate the dance
of stones raising mountains,
following the streams
sourcing from them,
cascading into rivers
torrents pouring into
shimmering oceans
unfolding to the limits
of our sight,
where water touches the sky
and we stare marvelling,
at sunset giving birth
to myriad stars iridescent
on black canvas.
Why is it so arduous
for us to believe we are
beguilingly startling
creatures as none?
Mar 2, 2018
Mar 2, 2018 at 4:05 AM UTC
Why is it so arduous
for us to believe we are
beguilingly startling
creatures as none?
Whilst we look at others
we call animals and remain,
befuddled by the perfection
of a nature we reclaim,
temporary beings
roaming freely a land
of prosperous marvels
releasing an infinity
of colours, delicate those
of uncountable flowers,
green that of trees
erecting forests of auburn,
as we spectate the dance
of stones raising mountains,
following the streams
sourcing from them,
cascading into rivers
torrents pouring into
shimmering oceans
unfolding to the limits
of our sight,
where water touches the sky
and we stare marvelling,
at sunset giving birth
to myriad stars iridescent
on black canvas.
Why is it so arduous
for us to believe we are
beguilingly startling
creatures as none?
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