The time of day I do not spend with anyone,
But study all the leaves that trees display.
Closely watching for the water,
That may come to threaten us again
With flood on forest.
I gently lay my head on a sapling
And marvel that the youth is nothing like its older , wiser trees.
Wandering through a patch of grass
I come to some uneven border,
And like a firefly illumine the world around me
With ideas, brought cloud high
By euphoria which I experience at twilight
Between the hours of 4 and 7.
Such wonders are engraved on my heart and soul,
Beckoning me to engage with my own solace,
Coming from a quiet solitude,
When watching the sky I spy Jupiter
Which at first I thought was Mars or even Venus,
But no such minor world. I envision it, this world
This Jupiter,
And smile at the celestial alpha.
To the Greeks it is zeus.
To the...