Natures Imperfections
It's not perfection in things if it exists
that means so much to me
but natures imperfections and beauty
like the ruggedness twisted bows
of a sprawling tree.
The unevenness of a mountain view
lush green sweeping valley's
buttercups kissed by morning dew
Ricky silver ribboned winding streams
the power of an angry raging storm
a single red poppy
growing among a waving field
of ripening barley corn.
A temperamental ocean
the crashing waves upon the rocks
A flock of raucous calling seagulls
hovering over the fishing boats dock.
Beauty on everything around in that I see
For natures imperfections
created by Gods hand
are perfection to me.
Peter Dome.copyright.2013.
Copyright © Peter Dome | Year Posted 2013
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