Cosmic Beauty

Cosmic Beauty
Golden Tree’s staple the blue and white sky,
Plum mourn,
Deep Rouge Pink,
Coupled with Orange Hues Scattered about unaware of the luminated beauty they carry,
 Fall tree’s that light up the pathway to my destiny.
I hear the leafs, that have given away to serenity, whisper underneath my feet, and I can’t help but feel that I’m a part of this cosmic beauty,
Strong stems follow the wind to follow me, I hear them chit Chat with the concrete,
In the distance the yellow rays of the sun show me that I match its beauty,
Another golden tree passes me, moving in slow motion, So that I can’t see, I turn and stare as I feel his ageing wisdom embrace me, than a pink lighted white sky catches my eye, the wind blows my scarf, and the trees clap at my presences cheering me on, to keep moving my pen forward, I love their voices, I hear their sound, Dogs bark as I pass their territory, but I push pass their howls to hear Gods Glory, One of them stares at me, Face to Face, barks, than simply walks away
Than the Tree’s whisper of my name can once again be heard, I made it to the park of Fallieres day dream, captivated by Nature I almost missed a volley ball game played by Asians, a culture productive even in recreation
Far off from this hilly plain I see the mountain tops, a hue of gray-blue in this ocean of landscape,
and as the bird flies over carelessly and the clouds change from pink to purple misty shades, I can’t help but feel that I’m apart of all these glorious hues of gray,
I smile as I witness a tree dancing to my rhythm,
and the others that clapped earlier, so vigorously, now reached out to me as if it was something in me that they saw... that I didn’t see... they leaned forward and magnetically reached for my words, most blame it on the wind, but I say they work in synergy to fulfill Gods Glory, They read my words and seem to be happy with them as their leafs blow past me.
I see my scarf from the corner of my eye, Two stepping with the Breeze... it was then that I realized, nature had taken my hand..... and I flowed with the invisible breath of the omnipresence, the omnipotent creator, the Father,
THE WIND...
I would come to a close, but I’m not yet Home, A sound catches my attention as I see a sparkling light in the abstract distance of my sight, At first glance it was a plane, but I noticed that the light was stationary
I thought stars came out only at night, as I stared into this falling day light.
The last leaf raced in front of me, pacing rightouslessly, I turned to see, This tree wanted to be written into the story, With no More leafs left to shed, he bloomed with full wisdom, slightly swaying with elegance…..Suddenly they all start grabbing my focus... speaking the body languages of different cultures….The Pine Tree…wow The Pine Tree represents strength, surviving the elements of history... he likes what I write and, as I pass, he reaches out his long branches hand, dark and mysterious he stands tall over all... He never changes... He never sheds... He just Stands …And Dance...
A vibratory thought takes my eyes to the Left…There’s MY STAR… Flickering bright reminding me that I’m where you are…A star made spacificatly because of my luminously Intense Smile.
I Can’t Help but think when I stare off into this natural light, that I am a part of this cosmic beauty, even as I stare into my refection I can plainly see, that all the same hues exist in cosmic beautiful
Jon’Quil, earths reflection of Us lye’s with the colors of destiny, which hinds in the depths of our eye’s, Open them and you shell see that all around us is Gods Cosmic Beauty reflected in Jesus, Us, and ME
Cosmic Beauty
By; Jon'Quil Denea Reeves