Nature
WE have walked on the moonRockets soared in spaceTechnical brilliance that man has displayedBut we can't capture the wind or hold back the tideAnd only marvel at the way a bird's wing is made.
The birth of the snowdrop
When winter is done
The petals of roses
And the tall poplar trees
Frosted cobwebs glistening on a cold winter's day
Sunbeams and snowflakes
We can't create these.
Vermillion sunset ending a long summer day
The chaning of the seasons
That only nature has planned
The innocence in the eyes of a child
And the intricate pattern in the palm of a hand.
We can never fathom the forces unknown
Or the way nature creates mountains and seashores
The impotent fury of a storm at its height
Just watch and be glad of the mystery
And hush at the beginning of day
And the magic hour just before light
Catherine Neale