An Atmosphere Of Humility Poem by David Taylor

Tinkling chimes in wistful winds
incantations sung upon a breeze
and incense hanging in the air
flowers scent heavy laden
with petals falling gentle held
balls of ice high up high
descend and melt in soft blue sky
atmosphere more subtle still
carries feelings far from here
stars sing sweetly as they fly
through an airless empty darkness
far past the limits of earths carcass
and throughout with time its master
the universe spreads out faster
time is slowly slowing down
as the earth continues round
vast cosmic forces rule the heavens
man can wonder look with awe
but cannot influence what is there
introspective bound by forces
that keep to natural courses
no matter what your creed or faith
we have our time and place
humility is in the air
if we would just stop and look and care.