The prime, sublimed
In the ambience
Of time
The seductive spectrum
Of rays, find its way,
To shine
The greens of the oak
The forest pines, bow
To their shrine
The creatures, the preachers
The four-legged, the two-legged
Teachers
Roam this dome
This earth, our world
We call it home...
©sim
Sep 11, 2017
Sep 11, 2017 at 4:27 AM UTC
The prime, sublimed
In the ambience
Of time
The seductive spectrum
Of rays, find its way,
To shine
The greens of the oak
The forest pines, bow
To their shrine
The creatures, the preachers
The four-legged, the two-legged
Teachers
Roam this dome
This earth, our world
We call it home...
©sim
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