Beyond the blue sky day, the deep dark night
laps ocean like, at each star's blazing shore.
And all around, small stellar sparks of light
in numbers nearly endless, shine galore.
From stars, our very atom's have their source,
and when we pass and exit from this place,
these still eternal atoms will divorce
our corpse, becoming something else in space.
As most men arn't awash in wiles and wits,
they focus on pedestrian pursuits.
Addicted to appearances and glitz,
they're ga-ga for the fruits, but spurn the roots.
Men's heart's are blind to their arcane design.
The marrow in their souls, has life divine.