Wonder World

 

The saddler’s leather
The vane of a feather
The needles that come from a pine
Electrical static
And the smoke aromatic
And the shivery feel up your spine
Hot summer hazes
The Moon, in its phases
The whoosh in revolving of doors
Cheeses so smelly
Hot food in your belly
And the sauna’s white steam in your pores
A pussycat’s tongue
An aria sung
The shadows that blot out the stars
The drizzle that’s staining
The snow, when it’s raining
And the sound of flamenco guitars
Bumblebees lazy
On summer days hazy
The waves from the pavement, of heat
The hummingbirds hover
We cannot discover
The speed of their wings, as they beat
The things in the Sea
Like the wild Manatee
And the squid with its fluids of ink
And the dolphins a-playing
And the predators preying
And the jellyfish, purple or pink
The eagles espying
The rabbit they’re eyeing
The spider that’s spinning its web
The spring ice that’s melting
The hailstorm that’s pelting
And the tides of the flow and the ebb
So, all is connected
And shan’t be corrected
”Tis part of the master design
And all things imagined
Belong to this pageant
That’s wrought by the Artist Divine.

 

 

 

 

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