Poet: (December,2020)

A verdant green Eden flows through the poet's veins, As he seeks to transcend life's elaborate games. He is one with the flesh and blood of the seasons. He is one with the vital force of Creation. He can create wondrous, dream - like worlds in mere days. He can capture moonlight and the sun's golden rays. He knows the icy solitude of distant stars In the night. Yet he is aware that the beauty They possess is rare. He watches things from afar Like a strange, new god. He observes life move slowly In its patterned processions from the stage's wings He sees all of its scenes constantly replaying. A verdant green Eden flows through the poet's veins, As he seeks to transcend life's elaborate games.