Poem by Dan Allen

Bask in a simple beauty.
Prophets of time.
Your laughter is the melody of Auroras' sunrise. Aver to us seers, unto our famished ears.
For we pine for every meaning.
Which you place upon so clear.
Enunciate to us prophets, a lesson we may hold dear.

Bask in a simple beauty. Prophets of time.
Your laughter is the melody.
Of Gods' early morning sunrise. Bask in a simple beauty.

Gaze into a nest.
See the fragile eggs. Imagine in time the rest.