Symphony

My soul always assimilating but never growing old
always constant in mass and energy
though  here forms are many and metamorphosis on
i still carry the light
with the same wavelength
as has always been with my spectrum;
the  earth  is turning grey
the sky thinning
ice melting faster and faster
may be a doomsday approaching  near and nearer but
still the ocean is blue
and sky studded with dreams
my soul
evergreen
finds no decay
and  still muses  on love and
all the beauties.