The Cosmos

Laying on my bed of deep green,

My thoughts floating unseen,

Crossing my mind not in words,

But in understanding of the birds.

 

Awesome isn't powerful,

No word can describe the immortal

Sky and its eternity.

We are elements of this absurdity.

 

I silently accept the exceptional,

And slowly walk away.

This poem is about: 
Our world
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