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more poems by Randy Guess...
A Silent Paean
I love the way the green leaves dance
In old, tall shade trees;
the grass blades swinging in the wind,
the birds sweetly chirping.
God, a piece of heaven here, idyllic--
All but for the man-made sounds of
Mowers lawning, edgers ringing,
Cars combusting.
Join me in a quiet prayer that trees,
Old souls that they are, will always be here
With their own silent paean to the cosmic rule
Of Universe.
A rule they state, crystal clear, in light of their own being:
Insistent growth toward giving Life of Light that holds
The promise; blueprint plan unfolding while clinging roots
Deepen.
Randy Guess
©1999
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