I Am Universe
Burning fire,
And solid rock,
Gas fuming,
Shooting and so hot,
Twinkling, I'm not.
I'm bursting flames,
of high degrees,
Moving clouds of methane,
And cold breeze.
Bluer that Earth's cloudless skies,
Questionable living,
And countless why's.
Theories,
And wonders of my atmosphere,
Millions and billions of years,
Hundreds and thousands of orbits I've witnessed,
Like wood rings of living oak,
My burning gases,
That'll never smoke,
I AM UNIVERSE!
Copyright © Whitley Fields | Year Posted 2014
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