Pearls of Nature
Mother of nature,
Bring forth your bounty,
As with the caterpillar,
Turns to a butterfly.
Show all that of interest have,
What lies beneath the bouts of creation,
That man has no idea.
For in the infrastructure there,
The being of life exist.
With knowledge far foreseen,
The sight of all that is.
Be humble in your presents,
For it is you that knows all.
But you keep your secrets hidden,
Beneath the bridge into the second life.
As we stop and ponder,
All that is or has been,
Revealed to those that wait
As we reach for the pearly gate.
Copyright © Kenneth Fordham | Year Posted 2008
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