God's Little Kismet

 
With the spiritual nature in the trees at peace
of mystical faith with obsidian butterflies
and golden wings caressing winds
in which I swoon from the erstwhile dark  
 
Where devil's weed falls down and tumble  
genuflecting for the powers that be
in God's little kismet with teacups full  
granting me the essence of life should I
stray the leeward winds.    
 
Sunset filters twilight in the sleeping forest  
of brambles and vines with philosophies
that bring happiness with a Genie  
to nature's being