The floral chants of nature
expressing themselves as terrestrial rainbows,
these are hymns of peace and love.
These coniferous trees and their pointed leaves,
showing a tapering effect,
these signal the narrow end of our beautiful life.
These random stones scattered on dusty trails,
these are irregular in shape but in their irregularity is a regularity of irregularity,
these signal the chaos of life and the hidden order within.
These dusty roads and resulting muddiness upon a shower,
shows the shades of light brown and dark brown,
signalling the shades of the same person in sun and when in rain.
Here I am sitting by a stone,
staring at the gorge below,
One day I will be pushed through this gorge deep below, this is inevitable,
but before I am pushed, I must learn to fly.
This is the purpose of my life.
Jul 15, 2020
Jul 15, 2020 at 7:37 AM UTC
The floral chants of nature
expressing themselves as terrestrial rainbows,
these are hymns of peace and love.
These coniferous trees and their pointed leaves,
showing a tapering effect,
these signal the narrow end of our beautiful life.
These random stones scattered on dusty trails,
these are irregular in shape but in their irregularity is a regularity of irregularity,
these signal the chaos of life and the hidden order within.
These dusty roads and resulting muddiness upon a shower,
shows the shades of light brown and dark brown,
signalling the shades of the same person in sun and when in rain.
Here I am sitting by a stone,
staring at the gorge below,
One day I will be pushed through this gorge deep below, this is inevitable,
but before I am pushed, I must learn to fly.
This is the purpose of my life.
