Ends Begin Poem by Achim Wollscheid

The world's been obscure as of late.
Every stillness, countless movements;
No amount of reasoning cracks its code.
Steady rotations occur within the span of life,
People cry, suns dance, God watches with eyes wide.
Constantly, flowers bloom, babies boom,
Faces fill with cheer, then once more with gloom.
Colors appear and paint scenes dull and gay,
They trace every outline, they animate,
God-speed! nature procreates,
But it never ends, it goes forever on,
From dawn to surplus dawn.
Complexities are still being drawn,
Codes are slowly being cracked by minds
Most inferior to God's own.
The purpose of the world is still like murky water,
When will secrets surface?
When will ends begin, and stories unfold?
Who else on earth longs for the ending;
For fathomless wonders, be told?