Spry Praise Poem by Josh Terpening

Open fields swaying in the springtime breeze
And blessed Flora raises sweet scented life,
Calling her progenies by color.
And they shout for attention (but we cannot hear them) .
I am always enchanted in the blooming of the natural divinity
As each plant builds its own temple
To spend its life worshipping the Sun and the Rain.
Observe the lesson with perception:
The birth of life rises, defying gravity,
Upward, upward toward the celestial sphere,
Toward heaven and all its light energy.
What ancient universal cryptic secret flows
Between chlorophyll that does not flow
Between blood?