Oh, nature!
Who hath seen thee
but admiring eyes
Why doth thou not
speak of thy own
beauty?
Hath thou no voice?
The tiger knows not
of her beautiful
stripes
Nor can the horse
contemplate the
grace of his
stride
And no autumn was
ever heard boasting
of her splendid
colors
Surely the earth
in her mysterious
path through the
heavens will regale
us with shameless
self praise
Or perhaps the rainbow
will whisper in our
ears the secrets of
her prismatic colors
Yet creation is given
no tongue with which
to speak and lives
as a blind man who
cannot behold his
reflection in a
glass
But weep not my
beloved sun, moon,
and stars..
For I have eyes to
see, ears to hear,
and a mouth with
which to speak
And I will voice
praises for you
I will listen for
what you cannot hear
And I will see myself,
in your still ponds
for I am a wandering
rebel..
and there is none
like me~