Last night, a million stars
twinkled and glowed
in the limitless deep;
dew sparkled on green grass,
leaves shone after the rain
on sodden trees.
The world where rivulets
in twisting, twirling streams
hummed memorable melody,
flowing in pure delight past
flowery banks and quiet fields,
is still with us.
Through shaded eyes,
good falters and evil stalks where once
the seed of love burst forth;
the lie that once dusted truth
rings true in a field of hate
and empty dreams.
As the world stumbles
in a storm of despair
and white hope turns blind
to the pages of a distant past,
the lowly fly fearless flies
free from a fecal feast.
The endless universe lives,
stars glimmering shine,
and in the window of the soul
flowers bloom, birds sing,
rain falls in silvery threads
and the world still turns.