Folded orbs of opulence
standing on end, at the end of the world.
Your colors come and go...dancing...
gathering all of the spectrum.
Mysterious in your presentation,
yet beautiful beyond imagination.
One has to see to comprehend.
One must feel the smallness of the self compared
to the vast enormity of this greatness.
From whence do you come?
Are you a sign of greater things?
Are you a singular gift from ages past?
Surely there are none like you in all the universe.
I bow low in your awesome presence,
resplendently adorned in uniqueness,
unequaled even in the smallest degree.
© Charles Henderson
Dec 4, 2016
Copyright © Charles Henderson | Year Posted 2016
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