Nature Is What You Dont See

nature is what we dont see for instance the essence that pushes words out for this poem fated for posterity the birds that without fail chirp at first light, morn breeze the unseen clock working at the dot nature is what we dont see the nocturnal bloom, that folds itself in the day, throws its fragrance in the dead of night as lovers hide in each others' bossoms below the soft glare of the moon centimetre by centimetre it has inched forward to exhibit its full blown majestry to the world Nature is what we dont see the shadow play master tilting the earth the petals for its bloom dance the successive cells here there guided towards optimal functions and that ogiasmic tremour that shuttles the world round and round nature is what you should not see the formulas, secrets kept behind everything that could get even einstein mad in unveiling, explaining them nature is what we all should not see nor equipped to see though it rambles through our every cell like the worst of storm