The Grandeur And The Majesties Of Nature Poem by RIC BASTASA

the sea will always be there
always surfaces moving and sometimes
i ask if it is just the wind that
creates in it
that baby's curly hair
between the sea and this mountain
is the neutral shore
white thighs of a woman spreading her legs
to every manly wave
even to the feminine winds from
far amorous skies
love and lust with always be here
these players of the games that nature
plays upon us
when we watch a mountain come out
from the fog
wearing the white hair of snow caps
when we see heights
that move us into an awe
and then we begin to mentions so many names
of God.