Praised be the ugly and the beautiful, <br /> the slow decay of leaves, the dew on grass, <br /> the thistles and the apples bountiful. <br /> Praised be the frozen branches in the pass, <br /> the rapids rushing downwards to the spring, <br /> the violets sprouting in the morning light. <br /> Praised be the feather of the broken wing, <br /> the wounded fawn that will not last the night <br />whose heavy clouds obstruct the moon and stars. <br /> Praised be the hungry lynx and its last prey, <br /> the goshawk flying over woodland scars <br /> before it dives into a sea of grey. <br /> Praised be the fierce light that forever burns, <br />and life that struggles, dies and then returns.<br /><br />Leo Yankevich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/praised-be/
