The leaves were changing as I walked my way,
All different colors they were today.
I felt a calm presence I’ve felt before.
A feeling of peace I couldn’t ignore.
Colorful leaves fell from the tall oak trees,
The flowers were alive with buzzing bees.
The life in nature seemed a part of me.
The creation from God for all to see.
I saw the Creator, through creation.
A woven spectacle of interrelation.
Colors blended without hesitation,
Brought a feeling of exhilaration.
Every year they fall before the first freeze,
Soon they will be escorted by the breeze.
Slowly loosening their grip from the trees,
I must dance and twirl with the swirling leaves.
Apologies work in the strangest ways
It must always be deeply felt
There are times when words are heard
And times when actions weigh greater
"I'm sorry" should never be abused
It prevents what you say be twisted
Should you have done the otherwise
Actions are the cure to reveal the wise
Only when trust be regained, then
You've proved that you have changed.
So it happens that God is mere
World and therefore he's always seen,
God's happening right now and here
As soon as we converse between
Own thoughts. God's like Testament old,
So is he like Testament new.
We are mango orange string on
His white flax trousers that are crude.
God is interrelation, core
And we are a mere private case
Of God, His arbitrary face
And nothing more.
Through realization
of observation,
one arrives at a presupposition.
Then, greater mental organization
of the addition
of information
makes a transition
to speculation,
which stimulates further inquisition.
By definition
this is cognition,
which follows knowledge accumulation.
Next, proposition
of explanation
made from the data’s interrelation
is the leap into extrapolation.
Investigation –
prerequisition
for its condition
of affirmation –
remains vital for its validation.
Verification
through repetition,
beyond the point of exasperation,
and demonstration
will merit its serious admission
and acclamation.
Last should come equation formulation.