The flock ascends the mountaintop in perfect formation Planets align above while never leaving their station Morning dew reflects it's patterns in pure elation As the invisible force sustains all in it's foundation Beasts in adoration, praise ascending from their lungs Nature chimes in accordance, singing songs unsung Ethereal hands on the harp's chords being strung Proclaiming the enigma, blades of grass as a tongue The wind carries it's notes into deepest parts unknown Choirs tell of magnum opus descending from the throne Bestowing ancient lyrics older than tectonic stone Reciting ballads surpassing both soprano and baritone An eternal songbook, who can contemplate it's depth Who can know it's inspiration, spanning all of life and death Cyclic repetition never wanes in primal strength The mystery persists still, yet beginning from a breath