The World Adjusts

The World Adjusts:

Thursday (4 AM) is when the world adjusts,
A symphony stitched into life's ebb & flow.
The rising sun exhales into mists,
As roots clutch to wet earth, unseen fists.

Beneath gnarled limbs of oak, beetles stir,
A dance unseen, where movement and life blur...
Leaves sway to the whispering wind,
As nature slows, its energy thinned.

It's not evolution, but deeper still,
A quiet shift of mind and will.
The fractal path, the inward climb,
A wisdom shaped beyond our time.

Outside mere thought—so vast, yet so small,
An alternate universe alive in us all.
This is involution’s invisible call,
To rise again, whenever we fall.

And so, as Thursday begins its day,
The horizon flares in a burning array—
A sign that all things are bound by love,
And Earth is the artwork of heaven above.