The Beauty of Nature.

The Beauty of Nature.

God, when you thought of a pine tree, How did you think of a star? How did you dream of the Milky Way To guide us from afar. How did you think of a clean brown pool Where flecks of shadows are?

God, when you thought of a cobweb, How did you think of dew?

How did you know a spider's house Had shingles bright and new?

How did you know the human folk Would love them like they do?

God, when you patterned a bird song, Flung on a silver string, How did you know the ecstasy That crystal call would bring?

How did you think of a bubbling throat And a darling speckled wing?

God, when you chiseled a raindrop, How did you think of a stem, Bearing a lovely satin leaf To hold the tiny gem?

How did you know a million drops Would deck the morning's hem?

Why did you mate the moonlit night With the honeysuckle vines? How did you know Madeira bloom Distilled ecstatic wines?

How did you weave the velvet disk Where tangled perfumes are?

God, when you thought of a pine tree, How did you think of a star?