Understanding

The little things that matter
in the cliched way that they do
the veins on the smallest leaf
reflecting the highways of modernity
at the same time excelling in its face
the constant look of the ever changing sea
the sparkle of the stars in the sky at night
and the twinkle in the grains of sand on the beach

All is eternal, all reflects all

The planets revolve around the sun
Perfectly placed to do what they must
A black backed gull flung by the gusts
who's beauty exceeds any of the silver giants
that engineers provided for our pleasure, our leisure
the reach of the lettuce leaves toward the warmth and rain
bark of a dog in the distance as it senses a need to raise alarm
blue black green of thunder clouds approaching like an express train

All is eternal, all reflects all.
Nothing is new - every single moment is ancient.