Behind

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,

Immobile majesty.

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

Harmonious appear.

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.