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 |
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