Tripling worlds stretch back toward deep time

With careful rippling leaves, splayed

Into black and silent branches.

Orbic earth pulls in each direction,

Death-defying, yet barren,

Precarious in its watchful slumber;

Trees and sand creep upward,

Looming with a shaded hush,

Waiting for the noise to come.

Clouds in a softened glow

Prepare for the watchmen,

The observant and fleeting.

In final moments,

A peaceful expectation grows;

A clean, abundant clarity:

The elegant, natural pose.