From the first page I open to the book of life <br />Written in fluently opulent language of: <br />A fleeting cloud and crisis-ridden sky <br />In cries of hues and halos <br />The milkyway beyond our horizon suspends the moon <br />That rules the spheres after noon. <br />And the sun accentuating power of the day <br />As dawn gives way for the reign of the morn. <br />The gigantic trees dwarfing the toppling heights <br />And mighty ones defying the winds <br />The vast desert and deep valleys from great loft, <br />Fleeing rocks beside imposing architectural mounts: <br />Embedded in thick forests and jungle wild and wide <br />Beneath them silent waters runs deep <br />And mighty blue ocean rushes and gushes, <br />Deep red sea furiously fumes at nothing. <br />The fountains from the heights run, splash, flow <br />And fall down the drain and plain <br /> <br />All on the pages of unedited nature <br />Unspoken language that resounds in all worlds.<br /><br />ifedayo oshin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/unedited/
