Every bud of nature <br />Every twig and bloom. <br />Its life begins on earth <br />This is where God <br />Made its room. <br />We all bow in obedience <br />Nothing should be said. <br />A place where time exemplifies <br />The graces of nature <br />From her nest. <br />Each expresses its own meaning <br />It flourishes in its own season <br />And then sadly it dies. <br />But seeds of the offspring <br />Are seen in a new season <br />For nature makes no alibies. <br />And every living thing <br />Has a chance to see <br />Through a prepared open door. <br />The living that was before them <br />When each tiny little seed <br />Produces of itself once more.. <br />We're all a part of nature <br />We live and age fades us away. <br />But nothing can stop the process <br />For its nautures job <br />To bow each day.<br /><br />Cecelia Weir<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-bow-of-nature/
