Flux

Wonders on this day I see--
Birds bright blue no scarcity
Fowl with wild plummage plum
Doves who speak, no longer dumb

Bewilderment as they synchronize
their kamikaze swooping dives
They fall like bombs upon the ground
Grounded exploding birds abound

A parade of color, spark, glamour
A lulling noise from the clamor
Swiftly swirled across the earth,
Sound of rustling, sound of mirth

Lighting makes a transformation
From birds into a new creation
They become golden autumn leaves
A plethora scattered as they please

Underfoot they crunch like eggshells
Like stained glass and tiny tin bells
Into shards they then shatter
Quickly rejoin; no tear or tatter

Wild dance of crinkle leaves
Fallen premature off trees
Swiftly circling up around
Small cyclone on nearby ground

From the funnel steps a boy
leading lions leading boys
Away they leap into a hill
Then, great wonder! All is still

Is it many? Is it one?
Is this all? Is there none?
I praise God-- epistemic bliss!
Change be not so random as this