That Which Grace Grants

THAT WHICH GRACE GRANTS (d. I hold you responsible for these flowery, non- descript and vehemently sterile style of poetry!) Two gathered stars became her eyes The moon was her halo shown She is the lady who can make roses rise And her beauty and compassion should be universally known The sun said to me that when it sets at eve And to the sun it succumbs For this lady the sun tepidly takes its leave While the majestic beauty blesses all the berries and her chrysanthemums Every leaf that falls to the ground she resurrects Her tears of joy sustain every tree with thirst unquenched It is a miracle all the wonder within me she affects And relaxes people with their teeth well clenched Her language can only, by seraphim be heard It’s a long and lengthy language of love and lovely things The lady can translate the tweet of any bird And any song a songbird of spectrum sings The universe bows to her majesty displayed It is of innocent beauty to which the lady may lay claim She can cause a blistering sun to become shadows and shade And in case you are wondering Mother Nature is the loving lady’s name © 2011.….Phreepoetree ~free cee!~ Insulin please, that’s so damned sugary I now have Diabetes thanks to you D. But thanks a lot in any event- f.~f!~