The truest magic of nature is in its essence profound,
Three supporting spirals are omniscient and surround,
Its eternal base of the souls connection which grounds,
And pinnacle apex the enlightened knowledge we so found.

Each part of the sacred three is fundamental and divine,
Both distinct and unique yet also to the whole entwined,
Never recorded in scripture is alive as an energy sublime,
The infinite and immortal of its elements we feel from inside.

It manifests as the passion that we feel deep within our beings,
Both foundation of our knowledge and of imagination in our dreams,
Its creative individuality and originality of what reality truly means,
Manifest in leaf, tree and forest in the context of natures’ scenes.

The polemic of smallest to greatest parts connecting into a whole,
From the depths of the cosmos to the innermost core of the soul,
It is both infinitely reborn yet immeasurably ancient, immortal and old,
From the core of our Solaris star furnace to orbiting comets frozen cold.