Linden

Sun beams down softly in a summer sky Towards the endless linen horizon following flock of geese falcon will fly The golden grains like essence of the soul will lie Opening is the Great Eye The Linden tree roars in the wind smell is sublime In wind transverses from divine counterbalance echo of time The honey, bees make from linden nectar is delicious and prime To understand philosophy beyond counterbalance can take lifetime How long is eternity If it’s not infinity If eternal form gave its pearl of wisdom what would it be? Would it be sweeter than fresh honey made from linden nectar by honey bee?