Scenes in This Cosmic Moment Citrus drops and sea foam pile on the luscious grass. Crystals glimmer for a moment and fade away atop the crests of waves, While limitless angels float amongst the dust And the ever-quickening pace of life can be heard, as it manifests, In the joyful cries of nearby innocence- forever high. A byproduct of our consummated transient lamentation, Once barren and devoid of cognizant envisage, Now flowers do bloom and behold, in the ceaseless present, And so does this mortal canvas tread on the hills of its waking fortitude As dewdrops lacquer upon the wood and earthly space; Scenes in this cosmic moment/Day and Age.
