About That What Wind Sings

Wind blows through tall poplar tree Mind contemplates time in all its beauty Man knows he will not live for eternity But his soul that that very mind reflects end of time will see Consciousness is first spring But of second you will never hear nightingale sing You will not smell it in most breath taking day of spring You will not feel it in anything Would it be part of a mind? And what this mind That those higher levels of consciousness would find Could do for man kind If magnified cells in spirit would be just flesh Without consciousness at their mesh What would be mind responsible for controlling that flesh? Not base consciousness limited by the flesh But the highest last one spawned by abstract definition of the mind Leaving all the physical concepts behind Yet in physical, real form would be that mind But not linked to any limit but to abyss would be that mind As consciousness's higher forms create vector ever-growing towards the last Anything not upon that vector its mesmerizing shadow upon creation will cast All included it be must So divine and absolute is consciousness level that is last