Perfection |
I met perfection in a drop of rain Caught on a leaf of bold hue; Its whorls and its glistens mirrored below, Trapped in the round drops of dew. I met perfection in a blade of grass Sprouting up green from the ground; Graceful and slender among all its kin, Whispering its only sound. I met perfection in a cloud on high Soft and white shimmering in blue; Twisted and turned at the whim of the wind, Taking on shapes that are new. I met perfection in the great unknown Heeding the wild's lonely call; Nature's great wonders, God's own creation, Beauty and mystery in all. --1997 |