Everything
Everything is overseen
Wind blows through the trees
I see the gleam from the rain drops on the leaves
The grass a shade of green
So peaceful
So siren
Grey clouds stream
In the sky
Gloomy like tears in a sad persons eyes
The suns rays pierce through making everything shine
Time slowing down
Instinctively I feel fine
In this calm state of mind
As the the night falls
The stars start to rise
I stair at the moon
Wondering what's beyond it
Past the asteroids and comets
The universe is ever expanding
Escaping this meaninglessness that is so demanding
This beauty so commanding
In a profound illusion
So unclear with confusion
Even the most microscopic solutions can not be polluted
Magnificence deeply rooted
Eternally and infinitely lucid
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