All Is Perfect; With A Purpose Poem by james watkin

You and I, and Earth's habitation
Wake in perfection.
Is it less so, when not as
Rewarding looked on?

Each throbbing plant, as each creature
With peopled feature
Will, though shaded diverse
As shapes it endure

This bias that just satisfies
Sentimental eyes!
As wee clover, o'er vine's green.
As chick o'er what flies.

Moreover, take days. Calm or blowy
Goldly shone; snowy.
To then see purpose, the year
Pleasures completely.