Alight

Two Buds've Flowered, All Around is Alight,
'Oh! You up? It's a Good Morning, alright!'

A Speck

The sky is peopled by gentle giants,
White towering nimbuses, sailing
On the air to destinations unknown,
The forest called out in birdsong,
Beckoning Man to walk through it again,
As He had done for eons, eons ago.
The trees bore witness to this,
Standing tall, resolute, selfless,
In their verdant, bountiful benevolence,
As they breathed life into us all.
The flowers burst forth as if
They were the trees' and plants' smiles-
Bright, joyous, fragrant and sweet.
The rushing river bubbled forth
To its own babbling tune, onward
To lose herself in her oceanic paramour.
Above it all, beamed down the Sun,
Lounging in his heavenly rocking chair,
Smiling as a grandfather would,
Upon his thriving grandchildren.

Within it all, is Me-
An inconsequential speck,
Within a speck in,
The inconceivable vastness of,

The Cosmos.