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