MULTITUDE

Many gallons of reasons-yet multitude,

Doctrine swept my nerves, a cloudburst

Grasping minute fragments determined,

Searched full hearted, some creation,

Solitary rise, and perished thence,

But none, nature offer such;

Deepest cells of sand, in multitude,

Same yet, the sand coach

Million counts of leaves, on canopy green,

And base repeating counts alike,

Dinosaurs; ancient rulers of dawning globe,

In multitude moved, and perished same,

Summer bow of blended shade,

Never hunters poached or pouched,

Thus by self, rise and wane,

Yet doth in multitude shine,

Naught by single drop toil and win,

Or one crimson ray declare lead,

But bounteous blend roars victory,

Mighty crescent, queen of night,

Antique lone of breathing earth,

But assets breed afar,

Rounding by the neighboring kin,

Thus, living must breed multitude,

So all assets of universe,

Cycling and multitude!