A silent, beaming testament
Of something just behind,
Beauty blankets earth and sky
That something more may find.
Dilated sun in glowing orange
Sets gently in the deep
With tranquil, turquoise, timid waves,
Another eve to sleep.
Blue bashful orchid spreads her arms
In fragile symmetry.
Soft, unthreatening whirl of life,
O’er reigning mountain peers the moon,
A rising blood-orange crest,
Announcing calm to fierce and frail
To contemplate and rest.
The sparkling brook that gently hums
Refreshes solemn deer,
And singing birds in canopy
A starry sky imposing shines
With brilliance beaming from the past,
Telling wonders far beyond,
Our little world, a cosmos vast.
Singing, whispering, sparkling, soft,
Brilliant, beaming bright,
Raging, running, standing still,
Silent solemn sight.
Nature’s beauty blows the bounds
Of what mind can define,
And oft it sees, cannot but say
It is itself divine.
But deeper gaze, it all points up.
Look close and it will find
This beauty pure ends not in self.
There’s something more behind.