Waving Sun.
By Quinton E.C.
As I wake on this morning to a waving sun, And gleaming white snow crystals, I think To myself a new cycle has begun, Wondering when my soul will go distal.
Beyond the vison of a common being’s Gaze, there lies a truth that is sure to Amaze; nature returning to become one With ones iris, revealing crisp smells and Sounds of tasty bliss.
The almighty wheel continues to spin lifes Set emotions, shuffling them into organic Slots, ready to grow into things soon to be Forgot.
Forever beside the moon, millions of stars Will remain lit, spiraling to their deaths, Because time always persists…
She says, “Fly star child. Go so far, so you Can reach the whispy galaxies of afar. Shake hands with the movers and shakers Of the universe. Follow your star to achieve What they had in mind, your mind, earths Mind,
Mother Nature So Divine.
