Passionate stars

Thread’s intricate woven fabric, satins and lace

Snowflakes like doilies crystal like face.

Fragile are eggshell’s life-giving grace.

Silkworm’s cocoon is the butterfly’s embrace.

Sun down’s colors stain the glass of sky.

Rhythms of bird’s song profess; here am I.

Oceans settling down their waves so gentle,

winds turn to breezes touching quiet evening meadows.

Everything here you know,

are the emotions that we are.

Oh I forgot to mention;

the spiraling depth of the universe,

the beautiful planets the passionate stars.