Utopia

The oranges and pinks of the veiled sun, Like a newly wed, Shines, On the golds and crimsons, That peeps behind the defeated chlorophyll. I wish the vain clouds wouldn't be as surreptitious. I wonder, amazed, If I were the waters that never flowed, Unambitious, stagnant, constant, Yet ever-growing, ever-receiving, Imbibed with the glory of the colors that make me, I would be at peace, Believing, this is all that exists, The beginning and end of the Earth, And I am the bosom of it, Cloaked and protected. Content.