Incomplete Poem by Gimper Samuels

Behold, my mind has found no rest
It's just as puzzled as a test
Confusion envelopes me on all sides
Pushing in and out like the tides

Is it just me or nature as well
For what is happening, I cannot tell
As birds just sit and stare all day
The winds also blow in absurd ways

I once read that nature is harmony
But it seems incomplete, this symphony.
For a part is missing and can't be found
Not a sharp or a flat. No! Not a sound!

It's a presence, an art of the Creator
An immanence, a part of nature
The part that makes this piece complete
And leads me into life with no retreat.