Beauty as God's Signature
Beauty falls in a raindrop
On a petal of a lonely rose,
And with the wind it flows.
As the sun sets, when the days stop,
It dips a rainbow in a blue lake then mops
The bleeding colors who begin to doze.
As the night commences, and the moon shows
It gives the stars their twinkle; those stars
at the sky’s top.
It embellishes them like jewels all the way
Then it wanders amidst the weeping willow
And it forms on each blade of grass with
It spreads inspiration, revealing the great
Of the Creator of itself and life, too.
God’s signature is imprinted on earth,
The Playful Wind
From distant lands, over vast seas,
The wind travels under clouds and over trees,
And from the past it flees.
And through the woods, over the lake,
Over the beach for the wave’s sake,
It goes on without break.
Riding the current as in a dance,
Carrying on its back, leaves in a trance,
It twirls in a circle for a last glance
At the garden it passed along with the
Touching the pumpkins and playing with bees,
It provokes the flowers to bow to their
Whistling childishly while skipping through
Tossing the trees’ tops back and forth
without a care,
It brushes its fingers through a little
Rising and descending, arguing with gravity,
Stopping stillness in its surrounding
It races and races rejoicing to be free.