The sun arose in its exuberance
To light the Eternal sky;
The wind blew and the birds signaled
A new dawn. The yellow bronze
Emotion grew within our eyes
As time turned her into blue

Specked with clouds.
This is Nature’s art on high,
This is Love’s exuberance in the sky.
This is “what” above our why,
This is life stored in the dormant sky.

The sky has been kind to the “conscious” man
And on two legs we make our stand.
From once we started in the nude
And from the fabric of survival grew
Tailored suits of wear and consequence.

Introverted introspection, extroverted in direction,
Complete with methodical predilections.
A sense of time and futures past,
Of being there and having at last satisfaction

Creation of a melody,
Sculptures of sound and rhythm,
Creation of a painted scene,
And what carved rock can really be…

Creative as the world of Lore
And poems to relate diverse energy.

Look now up into the sky
And see creation never die.