nature

  • God The Architect

    Who thou art I know not,
    But this much I know:
    Thou hast set the Pleiades
    In a silver row;

    Thou hast sent the trackless winds
    Loose upon their way;
    Thou hast reared a colored wall
    Twixt the night and day;

    Thou hast made the flowers to blow,
    And the stars to shine;
    Hid rare gems of richest ore
    In the tunneled mine —

    But, chief of all thy wondrous works,
    Supreme of all thy plan,
    Thou hast put an upward reach
    In the heart of Man.

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    Rain

    In the earliest moments of morning, Long before day decides to dawn. I lie awake in my bed. Drinking in the drizzle as it  Tap dances across my open window  Inhaling the wet mist drifting into my room. Cold air hangs above my warm blanket. Dark. Shadows creep across the walls. In this moment Entranced…