The trees bow their branches
To the growing weight
The cocoon bows
To the butterfly…
and its impending fate
The seed bows to the soil
New life springs from death
Finality bows to reincarnation
Of that which gives it breath
Wrong bows to right
It has and always will
Death bows to life
Back then and even still
The clouds bow to the sun
And soon evaporate
All of nature bows
To the One who created…
Making all things great
The sun bows its head
To the brilliance of the stars
The planets parade in line…
Yes…even Mars!
The branches bow in reverence
The tree reaches high
The earth spins its tall tales
Far beneath the sky
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Through the day to day observation of nature, the poem conveys a sublime message to all human beings. Thanks for sharing.