There Is This
Speak the language of nature
and you will have an audience.
If words fail, do not despair
that poetry can not emerge for
nature is the foremost expounder
of poetic images whose presentation
transports in an ecstasy of visions
The poetry of a sunset, of new
fallen snow, of a child's smile
a bird's song, a blooming rose
and an ancient tree stretching
its arms up to the sky extolling
the perfection of its creator.
Saturday, December 1, 2018
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Poetry
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