A celestial garden grows, formed by science, by holy grace. Ours to relish forever, each time we view, the boundless depth of Space. No gardeners needed. No seeds be sown. No weeds need pulling, in the vast star-lit forest, we claim as our own. We are not curators of the cosmos, as all earthlings share the sight, of the never-ending garden, found only in the night. Comments You need JavaScript to be able to post comments You need to be logged in to leave a comment Click Here to Login

Somewhere in the North-American mountains… Comments You need JavaScript to be able to post comments You need to be logged in to leave a comment Click Here to Login

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Icy cold but appears fiery bright Favors extreme passions, Way beyond This mere mortal's might Through crests and troughs And highs and lows In darkness and light And unforeseen shadows Morphs fluidly every time- From total Oblivion to mesmerizing beauty, Inspires the Phoenix within me to reborn- Every single time from ashes to full glory..! Comments Showing 1 comments Andee Sherwood 19 November 2017 Very nice work! Reply You need JavaScript to be able to post comments You need to be logged in to leave a comment Click Here to Login