The evanescent of life,that glows,
The dusk to dawn eyes;
Though feels through flesh not awake but still sees,
the cool blue-green grass under it.
Till dawn we take are first breath,
Till dusk we take are last breath;
Still there glowing even in the darkest dark,
Shining like a eagle about to take flight.
It looks up and see the evergreen,
cascading trees, shimmering when wind blows;
It lifts higher to see profaned mountians,
with its white powdered tops.
To it see life as it is and how it ends;
What is this evanescent you might say?
It is the seed of life,
Which graces and dance upon everything ,
Breathing life as a gift and death as a present for itself.
It which beeches you with life, that is wild.