It is within the harmony between man
And nature
Where beauty is perfumed
And glitters
As a twinkle
Where the frolicking of faeries
Waits as a flicker
Between morning's delight
And the momentary perception
Of the kindly shawl
Riding the supple shoulders
Of night's protection
Warming
The ever morphing
Energy of life
And the seeds planted
To the benefit of men
Like Siddhartha
And his enlightenment
Revealing
In each season of the year
It's own
Particular form of beauty
An image never seen
But for that fleeting moment
When the penetrating eye
Is most discerning
And supported by the harmony
So inspired
Within this most delicate ballet
Where lady bugs play
And the gentle touch
Of God's sweet breath
Comes alive...