Central Birch
The birch stands with its bark ghostly white
About beauty of the meadow in which it stands songs they will write
Above the birch children will fly a kite
The birch appears to be floating in air its soul is so light
From that soul metaphor springs
One can hear it if carefully one listens to song nightingale sings
Philosophy is what gives magic its wings
The meaning of life past essence of time the wind brings
What is a man and what is a God
The philosophy is the mother of thought in birch like facade
Through wind of metaphor and thought birch takes one for esplanade
Perfect soul in divine vector self connected metaphor philosophy nowhere flawed
Copyright © Patrycjusz Kopec | Year Posted 2013
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