Hard nut

Sky was falling

stars giving up on the firmament

Seas were rising

moon teasing them incessant

Fire was walking down

flames had gravity gotten to their heads

Roots holding the trees

rising to meet the boughs unseen

There were signs

There were omens

Yet, lost on my puny horizons

blinded to the sunrise that had long been

The hard nut me was busy,

giving hard time to the Divine.