Morphing rainbows unmet dally.
Surfeit of colors intrepid vary.
On nature’s will of ceaseless flurry.
To divine cues pander and curry.
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This poem has the 'traditional beauty of poetry' and a philosopy, like your other poems. Beautiful. -Sam
Flow of thought from 'morphing rainbows' to 'countless furrows' smoothly glides to the culmination. The reader is transported on the wings of visual imagery and with a tinges of philosophy rather it's all philosophical write that can be understood after more than one readings.