The Debt Of Nature Poem by Isaac Morris

Little rose glow and spread amile
At the soft touches of the morning ray
Rolling about a sphere
To form her fleshy marrow cup
Dancing to the gambol of the mystic whirlwind

Bliss unseen,
felt by the bee
Lighthearted springs
Like a fountain drainhill
Gosh from her natural green leaflet
Instill in the splashy ruby nail
The debt were paid,
The debt of nature

Bee retained in flaming arch assemblage
Con flat of dungs
To raise a honey comb
In the heart of the tualang tree
Guided by invincible
Down in the bucolic
Urban to the rural
The purpose is becoming
The debt to be paid
The debt of nature