Rectitude

When an egg hatches and a young bird is out, when a Joey peeps out of pouch, and has the first sight of the world, when an infant matures riding a host of feelings, when ants march slowly such a long queue, when the volcanic eruption balances the water on the earth, when the sun folds its wings under the ocean in the west, I see you well on the wings of amazement, now I can see waves touching the shore again effacing the distorted lines, the sun goes down, the orange color water, blazing the unwavering surface, it goes down silent, in an unending canvas a drop of time sketches by spreading orange the unhesitant birds that fly to their nest and the earth on its way, I can see the sea calm and clear at the bottom the randomly shaped pearls, stones, sea animals, plants, fish and poisonous beings moving tangled towards their own targets the happiness and sorrow play hide and seek the experiences of life purge me reinforce me to face the fickleness of life in the lightning flash of life the stars descend into the ocean in silence.