Ode To Kissing Swans Poem by Brett White

Nature fills my Soul with such endless joy,
That even in old age, and facing death,
I would certainly amidst her, feel a boy:
Sweet Earth's endless beauty rips away my breath.
From swirling eddies on Arkansas' river,
To prancing squirrels delightfully alert,
From blooming trees in March's last quiver,
To dying winter's final whirlwind spurt:
It all brings me inner peace forever.
O God above, please preserve this perfection:
Bless the blooming buds in their endeavor,
And annihilate greed's unholy insurrection.
For we wantonly defile all that matters;
Open the world's eyes to Your righteous ways,
Before this sweet equilibrium shatters,
And Your Holy wrath all of mankind slays.