With the sunlight cascading
Through the clouds
Across the mountains
Onto the valley floor
Revealing greens
And blues
Ambers and golds
While the clouds
So softly textured
Puffs of greys and whites
Revealing greens
And blues
Ambers and golds
While the clouds
So softly textured
Puffs of greys and whites
Is this the dawn of time?
Or apocalypse?
The beginning of life?
Or the end of it?
Were I to climb out
Upon this leafless bough
Would I be
Of Lilliputian dimension
The misty grey
Becomes a canvas
On which I create worlds
Heed artistry
Inscribe wisdom
Apply passion
Until they are taller
Than I
Until they are taller
Than trees
Until they are taller
Than mountains
Not to prove
That I am bigger
But in homage
To what is bigger
Than I
I sit
Then breathe
To quiet mind
Of learnings misbegotten
This land once rose
And then it fell
By men of mind besotten
We’ve gone as fast
As sound and cheetahs
Slowed down time
To see a bullet
Sped it up
To watch grass grow