Apollo's Chariot Gracefully Recedes Poem by Captain Cur

Where do I begin in this poetic
pleasantness that has run askew,
tall bright trees flowering in their beauty,
a wanderlust of colors,
crimson, white, green and blue
their blossoms streaming with rivulets of dew.
The shrouded forests,
the majestic willow's drooping arms,
sweetbrier, thistle and sharp scented pines
carpeting pathways
to an enormous woodland shrine.
All creatures welcome, all received therein,
devoid of hatred, devoid of primordial sin.
Here enfolded, here amassed
in ritualistic perfection, heads bowed,
grazing in silence on the rich verdant grass.

Untamed branches garlanded in red
streak across the leaf covered fullness,
daylight spreads corpulent and brisk
feasting on the dawn,
passerines perched wide eyed
eager to start the worship with their song.
In echoes of their voice overtaking
the accompanying music of the breeze,
a ceremony perpetuated from age to age,
breathtaking and elegant, from each to each
transposing their knowledge and their need.
No guilt, none to be forgiven
for they exist not as I, but as we.

Quintessence to be admired and emulated,
perceived and protected so as to understand
our order in the natural world.
As the sun begins its new solstice
Apollo's chariot gracefully recedes
unperturbed, in golden flight
brimming with fire in the settling eve.