Life, you're beautiful (I say)
you just couldn't get more fecund,
more befrogged or nightingaily,
more anthillful or sproutspouting.
to get into its good graces,
to anticipate its whims.
I'm always the first to bow,
with my humble, reverent face,
soaring on the wings of rapture,
falling under waves of wonder.
how this berry ripely rasps.
I would never have conceived it
if I weren't conceived myself!
what I could compare you to.
No one else can make a pine cone
and then make the pine cone's clone.
bounty, sweep, exactitude,
sense of order – gifts that border
on witchcraft and wizardry.
tease or anger, vex or rile.
For millennia, I've been trying
to appease you with my smile.
will it stop for me, just once,
to what end it runs and runs?