No Other So Classy

Not to me at all surprising Often the Moon or bright Sun rising Offering lines of insightful verse Throwing out there a loverly thirst High perspective in the clouds Ever soft spoken, never loud Resoundingly simple, a sweet proud Softness too pure to ever hurt Offering godly presence, not a spurt Can man possibly ever not inflict pain Loving wholly, doubtful, no self disdain Alternating current is the Universal way Some times coming and then going away Syncopating rhythm felt to the core Yes I feel it, hard to ignore