The Poet's Metric!!

Listen to the music in a new fashion and the wish upon a star will sump in comparison for the forest of suns will invite your tune to add the shape and introduction will be the earth upon your sake.  It weeps as the tangle as Mankind knows humanity but what of the butter that whipped that cream from the milk of that cow?  Did only the religion find a finger to swipe the cross of the boarder as the road to known would have been of invitation to each and every tone.  There is nothing upon a note that does not impress upon the foot the waltz, to eat, to dine, to speak!!

The toss is not a word among the lakes of caliber, for the river did flow.  The creek upon it's gravity knew of the cool breadth of snow as the flake did land.  For that the mountain is the muster in the mental fragment as spacial slides show their force just with the valley hide.  Sewn in careful detail the music carries a tunnel to a wide open plain, the grass so sweet that the clouds joined, rain fell to Seasons that do tell.

How magnificent or is it the fortune untold that gifted us with the knowing that cold is followed by the wave in wares.  Oh calendar how did the number become a day to dismiss the moon at the daylight time?  Was the Big Bang by the Scholars ridden in such fashion that the Chest of Operation tired?  Does it only scale for the music on the Opera of Morse code?

Make ready the bread as the nuts are not berries.  The best of cheese is a wheel and the milk does sweeten the pot.  What there is is an ear, the corn of course made the field and that just gave cause a disruption to say hello friend how is the soil.  Together the tree is of counted and the weeping is nigh the willow for the frog said to the pad that the pot is of boiling yet the water is not of soaps or Aesop's Tale.

Joy rang across the steady flow and that gave the birds a soaring detail as the Eagle gave call too.  How must these days of lighting shallow as thunder certainly is tangible.  Yes in that deepened talk the roar is of the earth and the planetary realm smiles in greatest depth as that is the view from a star.

I could count until the tail of a star said sun and that moment would be brilliant as the watch would only be the smiling sense of what is your name.  To know of mathematics in a format that delivers is to comprehend the stagger just before your food.  The experience is as full as a table is on the day of that family rising for thanks, to whom would be regarded.

Might all be in the tell of glory be as the American Flag is as sewn with mystery, and yet it speaks in the breeze comfort and love of country!!  How must the breeze feel?  The breeze sees that date as a marker I would imagine, the silk of thread that is born to it's breadth must smooth the wind and storm the ground as a toil just to see the mountain high!!  Oh for the marrow of the breeze in a sentence, the music in silent shaft as that is being said, the whir is in memory, and for that from I say that life is not the butter of milk, or sweet of honey, it is nature, the nature of things.

I borrow to the words to keep a journal on a traveling sigh, to gauge the process I must smile the gull and provide the sound with wonder.  It is the why and yet not.  The sweeping melody might be the call, the calling of sky to ground and that may be indeed their radar.  How phenomenal the nature of things, the gasp, the frown, the grin, and, mostly, the blink, so quick it is.