Piercing the void.

And as the daffodils lay down
The hills rolled far and wide
Sinking into this great star
The one which we are proud
To glisten with the varnished sky
Avoiding space to play
Piercing the void and passing time we turn along the way
Like children watching with balanced foot
From camping tents and lanterns held
out by their sides so in their elements.
Protected in its clear glass jar the candlelight soon doused by shadow of the hand of God; twas needed from afar. And so now God had spoken the daffodils again could march for spring again had chosen to wake them on the hill.