Mystery Of Worlds Poem by irenio irenaeus bero

With birth pangs
emerged the beginnings
of early human history
a mystery of worlds
expanding ultimate force
a truth so colourful and beautiful
as the the skies arrayed blue
nothingness is the formless emotions
beaten to wall of conscious progression
radiant and vibrant to the spirit of the soul
we barely hear the rivers, the trees, and mountains voice
but it doesnt mean their are dead
they are alive in their own universe