Begats Of Nature. Poem by Aron Lelei

It may be a mirracle
But a dangling of words elusive
All coming from the inner soul of life.
May be worth the shame and trance
Yet without prejudice is the settling of it
Within the precincts of its abode
As it comes to term with reality.
Life is then the measure of loyalty
As is the order of begats.

It may be Earths wonders amongst others
But with prelude of its presentation
May be calculated as lying without
Yet in its presence gives breath of life
As the perfectionists repose to wonder
And likewise scientifically stack to worries
Such worries of how life begats itself.
As is the order of begats.

It may be mothers wonders how babies form
But days define their presence divine
From engaging into gear and presents itself.
Wonders may never end but birthdays come
Without question, life generates with begats
Before their eternal beds motions them yonder
Where begats recalled, abode
As is the order of begats.