Celestial Orchard

 

The joy of being a fruitful soul.

Is the artful fully being me. 

For the smiling impression expressing upon thee. 

To follow a line is to create a path, 

Upwards out world to the milky way, 

To the Suns stars then out radiating through,

As I come to the point of me seeing you. 

What part mostly do you play yourself to be in mind. 

Oh mine how you shine bringing forth beautiful treasures,

And surpassing my inkling of knowing enjoyingly pleasures. 

For being Gods greatest gift to himself me, 

Intending pretending to believing is seeing bestowingly showing.

Pictures imagining them apples tasteful,

Ripe, ready for enjoyment and artfully soul. 

The joy of being a fruitful sol,

Ripens in heart, in essence whole.

A smile impressed upon the air,

A flicker of light, a breath breathing hear.

To follow a line, a path being told,

Upward, outward, towards  the cosmical bold.

Milky ways whispering whimsical hymns, the stars reside,

Embracing suns, angelical spirits beside.

And here, at the crest of sight is you,

I find the image reflecting who.

What role do you shape in my mind’s artful play?

A glimmering gem, a rhythm, a hey.

Oh, how you shine, surpassing measure,

Bringing forth wonders, unspoken speaking pleasures.

God’s greatest gift, the spark is me,

Imagining orchards present eternally sea.

Tasteful fruit, ripe from vine,

A world envisioning—yours and mine.