Wings Of Tranquil Honesty
© Surazeus
2026 05 09

Distantly arriving at nonsense now
with the old book that wants to read itself,
I ask nobody why we are alive,
then drink apple juice on the broken rock,
so I can take stock of the world today,
Nature serene while humans fight for power.

They seem to stand so still in peaceful calm,
huge trees that gaze up at the empty sky
where no giant man watches all I do,
but their roots are tangled in hostile wars
over who sucks atoms of material
from corpses of organic animals.

Their soft leaves of tender fragility,
that flutter delicately in cool breeze,
are engaged in struggle for dominance
over who soaks in more bright rays of light
that flush their hardened trunks with energy
to scatter more seeds far across the land.

They chirp so cheerfully in gentle trees,
the birds that flutter wings of urgent hope
where no guardian angels protect my soul,
but their sweet songs express romantic hope
to attract the most ardent monitors
attentive to needs of their frantic faith.

Their fragile wings of tranquil honesty,
that swirl in controlled flights of fantasy,
hurl their obsessive hearts in frenzied flight
with agitated passion to proclaim
voice-enforced shield of territorial bounds
in struggles to control space of their dreams.

When I walk out on porch of my quaint home
at peaceful gleam of dawn that paints all rosy,
I hear birds chirping in gently swayed trees,
and feel strange calm of timeless innocence
that soothes tense agitation of my heart
from berserk fight for power humans play.

Yet like humans they fight for dominance,
contesting over who has right to live
safe in fertile space of heavenly calm
to generate and train children with love
who produce food so everyone can eat
then craft machines and tools with rich insight.

To seek unperturbed respite of firm faith
from overwrought obsession for control
that drives humans to dominate our globe,
I fight to defeat tyrants blind with greed,
then shroud my heart in tranquil fantasy
our state provides opportunities for all.

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Orpheus strums lyre of Mercury and sings so trees and birds surround lush meadow of his heart to hear his lamentation that all creatures die.

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