06 September, 2013

the song of life

streaks of yellow, dull first and bright soon,
tear through the black and blue sky,
swords of orange follow suit soon enough,
cutting across the silver horizon.
One faint light's born, so eager to grow,
consume and subsume the whole world below,
drowning out the million little lights below that,
at best, lit landscapes in pieces, here and there.
The orange rays are golden now, revealing lines
that are mountain tops in the midst of vast plains.
All life awakens with the rhythm of this song,
the song of the sun, of the earth, of life.
The song of life that unites all souls,
with a meaning so intricate and connected,
every breath of every being taken in tandem,
to tune to the beats and the rhythm of the song

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