- Nature's Tapestries
Come, gather up around the setting sun;
this perfect little day has gone too soon.
Toward the burnished mirror of the sky,
a calm, reflective mood drifts from the moon.
The song of evening kisses graceful birch
and oak, beneath the holly-sprinkled steep;
a melancholy tinkle from the hills
announces the return of pastured sheep.
As withered briars over crags recline,
lost fragrances are carried by the breeze.
A backward glance reveals that twilight falls,
for verdant mountains glow between the trees.
A solitary fawn walks through the glade,
where heaven's meditative strokes impart
a fragile painting; it entwines and buds
as delicately as the finest art.
Here, nature's generations, all commune
in quiet breath beneath God’s viewless aid;
Pristinely free of mere man's dark encroachment,
observe how natures tapestries are made.
