An autumn dew drop glistens
On a green blade of grass
Still clinging to a hope that
Winter will abate its slow progress
And leave for the time the world
In it’s green and blue and purple hued brilliance
Not wanting to give way to the dying
But clinging to the living
And thus, killing the reality to a point beyond death
The dew drop will freeze
The green blade of grass will wither
The blue sky will go gray
And the world will slumber
But the time will come to pass when the blue sky will return
And bring with it the thawing of the life giving water
And the sun will warm the now fertile soil
And life will spring anew
And the wheel will turn
But far be it from merely life and death:
The rotations and undulations
The great gasping upheavals
And the weary sighs
The movings this way and that
To and fro’
Fro’ and to
Of the natural world seem to me
To be like praises sung
To the Creator
