Circle Circle Sphere

We fill a void where ever we stand. The essence of us does ever expand. Onward and outward the message of we. A purity of form and harmony to be. Like drops in a pond which always spread out. In amazement and glee we joyously shout The vibrations not merely liquid there ring. Air and earth if you know what I mean. So turn and peruse all that you see. For there will find all you can be. In balance we come to a beauty of form. In balance we enter the nearness of norm. Our value is judged by where ever we stand. But that is the least, as we ever expand.