Serene eyes

The hive moves into the grass
windy breaths of infinity hold them together
supplied by the ocean of the One.
The bird now threads the green path
the sky has become as blue as its wings.
An ultimate balance, the harmony, the peace.
So easy, yet millennia have passed.
The hive avoided the cataclysm
yellow is not just a color
black is only the night and the serene eyes.

.the.Hive.