As we look up
We notice this side
Sunlight goes by
Of the truth that we eyed

We see what is under
Of each leaf waving
And we wonder
Their designs and engravings

For their top side
Are bathe in rich light
Yet below them
Is left out of sight

As for each petal
Or for each portrait
And below each statue
Or under each fortress

Their worth is the same
For all had sufficed
Since they are of value
By nature’s full price