The bluish-green marble of the Earth
Rolls its colors of the sea onto the forest,
Making a pale turquoise dot of fluff
As seen from afar, a pearl in the rough.

On Earth, all is so close at hand
That some myth takes over the band,
Yet upon infinite shores the waves roll in,
For there can be no end or begin
To this Cosmos we’re living in.

Energy flows through its paces set
At the speed of time’s patient steps,
Yet, during eternity out there, aware,
Other selves walk through every ‘there’.

All is done time and time again,
In every possible way and yen,
And then it happens all over again,
In every locale, time and time again.