Can artist's brush or poet's pen

Catch the beauty of a new budded leaf

Which bobbles in a gentle breeze

Whose life, on earth, is e'er so brief?

Or, in like manner, can they e'er retell

The subtle beauty of a spring born flower

Which lay all winter as a hidden seed

Then burst forth with an April shower?

Though man may strive his life time through

Upon paper or canvas, can he truly capture

The beauty of nature with it's myriad of wonders

Which lift our spirits and our souls enrapture?

Man may ensnare a similar likeness

Of a tree, a bush, a flower in bloom,

But ne'er the true beauty of the wonders around us;

All of these blessings, the fruit of God's loom.

For, all of these things have something more precious,

More precious by far than silver and gold.

For, in them is life, yea, God given life

Which adds a beauty which cannot be told.

By L. B. Strawn

1975