The Evanescent

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.