The face in there is looking back and up and down

Soup and Night

Hello to the morning it is brand new and old

Good night to the night I might never see it again

The stars are always there

The moon and sun are the same as always

Like rain droplets falling from the clouds of gray and dark hues

Each of us is unique

Each tree is tall each seed is small

The flowers see what wonder we don’t spy the nigh awakens of all the tired facing trees we see many and many aloof                                                                                                         

Spring and fall

Summer and winter

Hot and cold

Dry and wet

We all dance on the same globe

Love us or hate us

We are all unique

Ever changing

Ever stable

Hair, nails, scales, fur, fins, tales, feet and toes we got some flappers maybe hands as well

Under one roof

Under no house

We eat of we are eaten

Like some draw and some see drawing through eyes of wonder or eyes of damnation

We all feel or feel we feel

Mars also glows as it retracts from the spot as fair as a brush stroke as she blends the soups of life dinner’s all clunked up with the good and the bad mixing and clashing everlasting like atoms colliding and smashing against invisible brick walls