Look; the darkness is so pristine;

the bitter night's air tastes fresh and clean;

Tell, me can you smell the evergreen?


Ahead, the sky, it curves like a bowl, 

does it not? Look as it ripples and folds;

like an enormous deep-sea with stellar-

holes, and silver-white plumes-

that sworl and roll?


Look deeply; now, into the blue;

It breathes, it moves and glitters hues-

such a faceted spectrum if you see it through.

The stars are dividing now,too. 


See, these trees, they breathe mysteries,

and these hills they roll like eternity,

we float on stilts within a dream,

and forever on with the waves. 



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