Albert Price Poems
When Nature Resounds
God has graced Nature with beauty and utmost esteem.
A crown has rested upon her head all her life long.
In my youth, a flower bud made my eyes gleam;
Its radiant loveliness being praised by the birds’ song.
The vision of ripening fruit made my mouth lust,
Nestled graciously on a branch above the fences.
The melodic whisper of a gentle morning gust
Sounds like a symphony to music starved senses.
The golden warmth of an early morning sun
Brings to mind visions of still unseen dreams
Of our hibernal daystar that lasts ‘til ...
What is it that we call wisdom?
And where is it that it is found?
It is no place in the land of the living,
Nor can it be bought by the pound.
It cannot be valued with bars of gold
Nor exchanged for a weight of jewels.
For rubies and pearls, it can't be sold;
But its fame is mentioned in finer schools.