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
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