All That Is Poem by Estefano Molina

In the engine room working
Behind the curtain plotting
Under the table scheming
All seems tranquil from this distance
Without disturbance
Minuet details of great importance
Better left untouched
Leaving stones unturned
Nature takes it's course
Coming from a higher source
Touched by perfection
Rome in every direction
Everything in tune
With the Sun and Moon
It's all connected
It is all destined
To live and die
Through stranger's eyes