That Happens To Happen

the beauty yet to expand and extend is unreasoned the self into the nature divine with glimmered voices revered by the bliss of resonance as bedecking in nature like a trees green, sea waving and the blue sky uninflected as sprinkle slowly by their own flairs primed of flames never being befuddled of their ways in time continuums still rousing to the tunes with their tears falling as dew for blazing their beauty to the universe in all acceptances. when morning starts each day with its newness unreasoned never being rancoured even by its frozen winter yet ruined but with many a promises more muses unflinching embracing yet ever crooning in all undertones as happens to happen. as when we learn to see the dreams even not yet conquered across the mist of moments refluxed by the darkness night but with the hope of golden voices to sing again in spring as midst of hours hanging to the hinges of void continuums we pledged unfretful for a rave in our moments ravishing with all its love and life for the living unblemished yet razzing together like rain in exuberance as we all exist ordained to move steeped in beauty as the muses of spring.