I sat beneath the poets’ tree
for a moment of serenity
when sudden and ironically
Nature intervened
I felt the sun beat down on me
and in my heliocentric reality
I mocked the cosmic cosmetology
Again Nature intervened
A cloud relieved my anxiety
and allowed a moment for philosophy
so I pondered life’s cumulus duplicity
Once more Nature intervened.
Dead leaves ascended suddenly
Hues danced in the air harmoniously
The breath of Life has set them free
My conscience intervened
As I sat beneath this poets’ tree
As many a man had previously
I found calamity in my sanctimony
I learned of life, I learned of me
And discovered life’s true gravity
Because God has intervened.
Marvelous, Heartlander! Are you the poet here? If so, kudos!