What Things Seem

Whirled colored skies contrasting the pine
hues of blue and yellow lovingly combine
attachments wither into the infinate net
the moss beneath toes is melodically wet

Truth in the spectrum is found never taught
humbly notice that meaning is naught
intricate being spun soundly its web
nebulous movements of flow and ebb
gifts of curiosity condense on our vision
solution of soul dissolving all with precision

Sight full of wonder an organic game
empirically passed through reason's flame
emerging a world of fractured duress
must be welded back together by the cosmic press.