Beauty abounds
it lies all around
It is perfection such as one's eyes
and mind behold
...
To still waters I did go
Where upon geometry was found
Made by sceeters all around
...
Gnarled Tree
Unfertile seed
when first I came
Determined I staid
and from this spot spring forth
a mighty trunk of courage
Now
etched I stand
Aged by sand
wind
and man