Celestial skies mug my soul,
Full attention to the constellations.
The moon’s face smiles as a new dawned,
Primordial start for my heart.
There is a stairway to the clouds,
Leading to the omnipresence of my god.
The Calvary brigade in the universal ride,
There are a few paths the stallions can go on.
Great of oak of the forest has the wealth of the father,
For it needs to eyes to see the black abysmal.
Why does it make me wonder?
Oh why does it make me ponder?
Orion hunting up with such a magnificent stature,
Draco’s egotistic pride performs his pose.
Milky way so radiant,
Asking me to join it to enlightenment.
The thorn bush who sings,
Needs no voice to bring it’s song.
Primal instincts are absent,
Gods in the heavens race in chariots,
They can go back, but they don’t know.
Any path they choose they can follow,
In their age they will never slow!
Why does it make me wonder?
Oh why does it make me ponder?