Such silence was never felt before.
Such energy was never felt before.
An attraction never sensed before.
All things rising, boiling to a new emotion.
Shaken, shaking, movements rapturing the outer skin of our existence.
Our core sensing a new beginning, beyond our pale existence.
Invisible hands churning our inside, causing veins to form to flow.
Unknown, yet inviting madness.
A millennia of our pale existence squeezed to end.
Vibrations penetrating our core, pushing, twisting, breaking us apart.
Frozen mass flowing free, feeding, releasing pocket of gas, scarring the pale landscape.
The penetrating vibrations squeezing colors and life.
A new dawn was born, when the Sun touched and torched Life to FLAME.
Day and night seen and seasons then after.
Cycle of life and time starting ticking.
None, became a few then many.
Mother earth shined to reveal her glory,
Mirroring her image in the sky,
Millions of combinations of colors and unsettled reactions.
The day daisies, dandelions looked up, when all creations was touched and torched to rise,
from unknown sleep to rise their head up.
Forever in awe when the sun did Torch Life to “FLAME”.
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Cover image sourced from NASA/GSFC/Solar Dynamics Observatory. The copyright of ‘The Sun’ belongs to RMS.
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