Wonder
Have you ever wondered beyond your space,
and sought out new desires?
Have you ever watched a weed field grow,
and seen its cathedral spires?
Where all things live in harmony,
and carry out their own special lives.
Where creatures both large and small,
flourish and great diversely thrives.
Where every drop of rain that falls,
and every ray of sunshine,
is captured in its stately structure,
for just the right amount of time.
For the cycle of life continues,
from seed to seedling to plant to harvest.
From birth to mate, to nurture, to great,
the process creates the very best.
Have you seen more perfect creatures,
than the butterfly, or the bird?
Or herbivores grazing, both alone,
and in great, magnificent herd.
The cathedral weathers the seasons,
whether hot or cold, wet or dry,
and continues on changing forever,
its view with the changing sky.
There is no garden or zoo to compare,
or neatly planted monoculture crop.
In diversity and sustainability,
with productivity over the top!
Regardless of season, beauty abounds,
from the color of spring, to winter's white.
Nature's beauty is a wonder to behold,
from dew's early morn, to a crickets’ night.
So if you ever wonder out of the mold,
and find a small patch of weeds to unfold,
think of the world as that small patch,
and let it grow on and grow to old.
The future of the planet will thank you,
for your wisdom, my friend.
And may your curious wondering,
be nurtured and sustained, to never end.
2012 © Ronald W. Hull
7/26/12
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and some plants are prettier that weeds
...who should decide what grows...
but embrace the wonderment of both!!!!
Lady Vivian
Thank You *Ron* for sharing your thoughts
and find a small patch of weeds to unfold,
think of the world as that small patch,
and let it grow on and grow to old.
Wise advice, Ron. Your kinship with nature shines through your verses here. Thank you for sharing. Love and peace to you,
Regis
Lovely write and much for others to ponder
Love and Light
Lily
budd
another light...Well done
PS.. I don't have a mule but a good friend of mine does.. Says it's her child..lol
Sandy
Love ya!
Jane
In the hands of a master it is a work of art
It is the sum of thinking, and feeling, and being.
It is a journey with no end
It is music that repeats, but not quite
It is us at our best
And it's so nice to be reminded
by someone who always gets it right.