A maiden brought us to harvest-
Scales of justice bare none,
The rest may be upon us-
Every dawn inclined me to run,
A new born arose from the ashes-
The solar warmth is never gone.
Finding myself wondering,
Could I ever obey?
Seeing meteorites falling-
Far out in the early day,
Taking refuge in-laws abiding-
Parallel lives of decay.
Cataclysmic perspectives-
Falling to my dirty feet,
Looking closer at myself-
Phases I was ready to greet,
Shattering dreams and goals-
More meta-ethical than concrete,
The harmony within truly ensouls-
I saw nature dancing in a heartbeat.