Nature Poem by welkin siskin

You have boundless

endowment of the Maker

to put into pitch

the voice of Nature:

a rushing cataract passing

with ease through groves and briers,

Spring chanting joy imperceptibly

moving through the pergola,

Murmuring air spurting into the space

resulting in through tendrils and shrubbery,

Fullness of descant singing

like the birds

to take the sting out of dullness.

What a Maker that is

Whose strength is beyond words

to articulate
That has given rise to you,

Whose beauty hums like the bees

at the corner of a plafond.