In one space and time,
A gentle nudge of wind,
Flora in bloom
Creeping berry shrubs,
Bristles and bees.
Simply, in one swift,
Fearless instant
Perception of all
As one entity
Contrives itself within.
There is no more beauty,
Nor more precious peace
Than that realized here.
And if shunned,
All that exists could sense its sadness.
If at one time I return,
And feel not a shred of relief,
I should weep for my death,
And that of all else
For without wonder, we are doomed.
