Between the clicks of the second hand

Is an infinity we can never understand

The colours of green, amber and teal

None of which are actually real.

If our minds showed us what was there

It would be more than we could bare.

To see flowers, and green leaves on a tree

All the wonder and natural beauty

Such a graceful lie to be told

To conjur these images we behold

When what they are, now we know

Is empty space. Atoms moving slow.

Falling feels like flying, until you hit land

Do I climb that great height, or stay here and stand.