Tuneful Choir Of Nature
© Surazeus
2025 12 15

Nature lures me to join her tuneful choir
so I imagine how I could ascend
with angelic grace the narrow church spire,
but I stay firm on the ground, and extend
bright energy of life that always glows
through my persona mask I wear in shows.

Expanding eye of my perceptive heart,
I tell how bodies bloom from chemicals
to trace beginning of each urgent part
that spirals matrix through bright particles
so we can tell beginnings we express
through nourishment of love our mothers bless.

With spark of hope from seed our fathers give
our mothers generate our dreaming souls,
so, from mistakes, our bodies learn to live
in daily rituals through creative roles
with clear vision on boundless stage of faith
in play directed by no cosmic wraith.

We gather in halls of worship each week
to nourish beginnings of ritual games
that we perform to conjure what we seek
by defining progress with sacred names
so we may feast in many-living home
that hosts homeless refugees forced to roam.

Together on long signless road of hope,
we map weird unknown world of frantic fears
with soul-healing techniques we learn to cope,
because we follow faring stars with gears
adjusting fortune-fueled engine of fate
that drives efficient system of our state.

Through magic words we dream forgotten things
to visualize their beauty in brave hymns
reflecting brain power of angel wings
that pour sunlight to flush organic limbs
so we create good world we want to shine
with ancient spirit wise humans design.

Our birth is half-remembering intense scenes
our ancestors experience till we sprout
from lust of life-generating machines
that mold our souls from brains of urgent clout
so we create Heaven from memories
our ancestors encode in psychic keys.

I wake wild spirit I employ to deal
with the whole compass of our universe
from which my brain mutates conceptual wheel
so I become soul time cannot reverse
while I sing in tune with mercurial lyre
when I join Nature in her joyful choir.

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Orpheus and his daughter Ostara attend the Zarathian Symphony Orchestra where Phoebus directs the first Brahms Symphony.

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