As I'm walking down the street. Past midnight.
I see an omnipresent glow.
  Amongst the inner world of an. Aged Red gum.
        An orange streetlight.

  Arousing suspicion of the excessive beauty of reality.
A sight so immensely beautiful at night.
    Yet in day does not receive a second glance.
Upon darkness. Appreciation of the minute. Enthralled.
      The intricate framework of twigs and foliage.

        Paused on my track. I find it hard to breach myself.
    Once I divide myself from the awe. I wander beneath it.
But my eyes do not relent from the sight.

As I am moving I understand the relationship between each complexity.
    My mind delves into the depth of the world.
        Ominous orange universe.