Wonders are sculpted in stone
In monuments of concrete and clay
But then I thought of marvels I see
That I seek not yet they come my way —
The dew touched morn, the rainbow's arch
A bower of orchids in sunshine bloom
The sunset draping dusk in beauty
Chariots of stars drawn by the moon
The breeze fanning effervescent drops
Snowflake feathers that fall from skies
Blue waves that soak castles of sand
A flock of birds in the sky —
What chisel, what hands could sculpt or paint
Scrolls of dusk or day unfurl
The ground that nurtures breath and feet
These marvels of this wondrous world.