As there are many universes in the outer space,
many worlds within us there are.
Each has its own place,
and a meaning 'tis assumed to bear.
There is a world to share
with others, including the strangest of the strange.
The bright side of the moon,
the nicest of the apparent world,
despite its rugged surface.
We've been stripped over sharp rocks;
We've fallen into deep craters;
We got up, and live on.
There are more than one world, for sure.
Like the moon that has two sides,
another world remains hidden in the dark.
Another world nobody can understand;
Another world we would not expect any understanding.
A gentle wind caressing green grass, and purple petals.
A fragile snowflake landing on an immense lake.
Our worlds will be disappearing,
leaving no trace.
March 25, 2012
