Consider Winter's covering on branch,
where snow creates Cathedral atmosphere;
White ceiling upon grey or blue sky clear,
Is it nature's majesty just by chance?
In solemn, muted sounds, beasts seem to prance;
water, fractured ice, leaves chorus to hear.
Statuesque-saintly images hold dear;
immense yet virgin, stark rev'rence holds glance.
Man takes years to create holy spaces...
The millennia, nature's course doth span;
or in God-like, immaculate instant!
Forever in one's mind, nature's places,
divinely done; as man figures his plan-
Nature and Man ply their sacred spaces.
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Author Notes
Rever'ance is not meant to be a cheap trip, but to capatilize on how I notice so many people saying it in dialog.
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