Then a Miracle Occurs

Every instant a new miracle occurs:
The sunlight takes eight minutes to arrive,
Melting the straggling moonbeams at the edge of daybreak,
Replacing them with dazzling many-coloured waves.
In perfect choreography the grammar of creation
Sways, shimmering, and spirals with intricate revolvings;
In bird flight, in clouds, in gnats, in star swarms~
Nothing is sterile; nothing is salutary;
The subtle, invisible template keeps
The dark ocean inviolate, true to it’s own time.

Pendemic
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Twiggynoir
Your style of writing is utterly imaginative and beguiling.