Biosphere Poem by Green Leaf

There in the biosphere things we know start desapeare
Wonder is instead in place, slowly beauty reapeares.
Once so near now at distance,
Ugly parts start desapeare.

There in the biosphere beauty seems so near
It unfolds in color tones that we all reveare.

There in the biosphere minutes seem to bend
For ones wonder has no time end,
Nore it sleeps and goes to bed,
Nore it slowly comes to end.

There in the biosphere words are lost in space
Desapearing without trace
Leaving silence in their place
And the wonder on one’s face.
Of the beauty we embrace.
And the planet’s truly grace.

There in the biosphere we should all go rest.
Take a nap with eyes wide open,
Having beauty as our light
Through the cosmic night.
Like the dreams that dwell in sleep
That remind us we’re not dead.
Till the human sun will yell.
Breake our wonder, break the spell.
From the biosphere we now wake
Break is over! rings the bell.