Continuities

Nothing is ever really lost, or can be lost,
No birth, identity, form ~ no object of the world,
Nor life, nor force, nor any visible thing;
Appearance must not foil, nor shifted sphere
Confuse your brain, my friend.
Ample are time and space ~ ample the field and nature.
The body, sluggish, aged, cold ~ the embers left from earlier fires,
The light in the eye grown dim shall duly flame again;
The sun now low in the west rises for mornings and for noons continual;
To frozen clods ever the spring's invisible land returns,
With grass and flowers and summer fruits and corns.
With conduct and altruism infinities
Mother Nature adorns her divine continuities