Perfection

Perfection

I met perfection in a drop of rain
Caught on a leaf of bold hue;
Its whorls and its glistens mirrored below,
Trapped in the round drops of dew.

I met perfection in a blade of grass
Sprouting up green from the ground;
Graceful and slender among all its kin,
Whispering its only sound.

I met perfection in a cloud on high
Soft and white shimmering in blue;
Twisted and turned at the whim of the wind,
Taking on shapes that are new.

I met perfection in the great unknown
Heeding the wild's lonely call;
Nature's great wonders, God's own creation,
Beauty and mystery in all.


--1997