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