Beauty

Why beauty in nature?
Why does it persist?
Science has no need of it,

Human eye may never see it,

Time will soon remove it.

And yet.....

The delicate woodland flower,

sculpted petals of flawless white,

rises briefly from her forest bed.

Forsythia's golden bells

reach for a bright blue sky;

sky that's colored orange and red

purple, pink and navy

when the sun goes off to bed

and waves goodby with beauty's brush.

The cheerful tribe of daffodils,

in shades of yellow, orange, and white;

perfect petals, six in all

adorned with beauty's crown.

Trees filled with bridal veils,

pink rivers made of weeds,

Dainty violets all aglow,
plum tree blossoms white as snow,

muted choirs of bonny bluebells,

spritely purple violets,

candy striped spring beauties,

layered rocks and bubbling streams,

Beauty's mark is everywhere!!

What of it? Why?

She reveals a Maker's hand

who plans with care each small detail;

He generously, attentively,

cheerfully, faithfully,

lovingly, perfectly,

clothed all these.

Will He not also

clothe thee?