Wicked Winds

Eye of the tiger among forest mist Is it evolution or is it God made this beast exist Or jaguar with that has a bite force caiman’s armor cannot resist Or hornet with its demonic speed often seen on apiarist’s blacklist Blake would call it fierce symmetry I call it majesty But it is noting to space with stars that are shiny Magnificence of nebulas where lights glow but air does not flow free And what would evolve to live in space With biological not mechanical countenance Among the moons and auroras find its place I saw something like that once and it is intense In a vortex life would thrive Forming its own unique hive And on base not needed evolution it would continue to strive Towards perfection as it would be alive But what fifth elements spirit and those beyond soul What would be arena in which they would reach ultimate goal? Vortex of spirit as environment for life of the soul This environment, spirits’ baseless evolution for soul its life awe inspiring to all