A night heron stands in meditation
By the blue shore of a wintry lake,
A butterfly flutters in a trance
Upon the flowery eyes of spring,
Golden vipers dance in remote forests
In the silent sunburst of still afternoons,
Hares go romping in summer glades
Like waltzing wind blown leaves,
Swifts speed through the fragrant air
Wandering the earth beneath clear skies,
And the leviathan whale gently floats by
Upon the oceanic waters in cerulean wisdom,
Only man hoards his hours with things
While Time quietly marauds the riches of his soul.
Cover/Artwork: Nicholas Roerich. Philosopher – Silence. 1940.
An occasional writer but a regular thinker, Beryl sometimes fiddles in speculative fiction. He sees both humour and tragedy in everyday events and is extremely concerned with the fate of other creatures trapped in the monstrous march of 21st-century human civilization.
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