Blue Skies

Tall birch tree Has a quiet yet spellbinding beauty Wind like time flows through the tree It was always there and always will be The river flows beneath The bridge of considerable width The bridge is near the tree While on the other side castle you’ll see To the south hills roll There is something in that that awakens the soul It is late fall And birch tree has almost no leaves at all Yet something from sky linen blue Seems to come through It gives impression that is true There is more than just nostalgia and wind that blew From the north Very different picture comes forth The sky is dark And dreadful thunder finds its mark The air there is dense and awe deep It is as if devil himself this place would keep Thunder is more distant than spaceship Yet jaw dropping power of it in soul runs deep Neural flame behind the strings indents the soul Yet it is just science after all Yet flame behind demonic thunder magical is Leading straight to linen blue abyss Neural flame is majesty Because not devil in it you see But mesmerizing depth and density Of philosophical infinity Two worlds collide yet to the eye Only depth of the sky Is really what mater to my soul Because it is only thing that reflects the soul