Wandering on metamorphosing soils ceaselessly reflourishing in springs, celebrated by pagans and mystic believers the same, for the goddess we call nature is
the only revealing itself before us with no veils.
Bathing in fresh waters, rivers streaming from icy mountain tops to endless oceans of white salty minerals balancing life,
in the depths of which all began, cells melding to engender species of omnific varieties, beguiling entities curiously exiting to wander lands.
Juicy fruits on branches of rising trees erecting to shield, shading creatures from the scorching rays of a brilliant star, circadian dawning consenting
earthly presence to evolve, for eyes to rise contemplating space, in time, notice the sparkling lights on infinite black canvas, wonder
what they are, mirific excitement while perceiving a unique peculiar consciousness encompassing all that ever was is and will be,
for intuition to question in beguile, Why something rather than nothing?