By Vera Griffin

Nature Is | The Few | All Things Bright And Beautiful | The Secret Song

Measurement | Auguries Of Innocence | Flint | February Twilight | 

The Cries of Nature | The Night | Beauty       

Nature is the endless sky,
the sun of golden light,
a cloud that floats serenely by,
the silver moon of night.

Nature is a sandy dune,
a tall and stately tree,
the waters of a clear lagoon,
the billows on the sea.

Nature is a gentle rain
and winds that howl and blow,
a thunderstorm, a hurricane,
a silent field of snow.

Nature is a tranquil breeze
and pebbles on a shore.
Nature's each and all of these
and infinitely more.

Few People see the things which can be
Found in this world and truly adored.
Cause the pain is so deep and it's too easy to weep,
When all you wonder, is if there's anything more.

There's only a few who search for the truth,
They have the eyes that can see through the lies,
To a far away place where the sun warms their face.
So it can dry their tears and calm their cries.

If the world only knew the beauty these few can see,
they just might give up on fighting so much,
And the world could live in peace.

Just a few souls who have felt the harsh cold,
And still struggle to keep from falling asleep,
But instead stay awake despite their heartache,
So their warmth another can keep.

If the world only felt this warmth, it would melt,
The trapped fears in it's frozen tears,
Would flow away from where they're dwelt,
And leave behind a world that's kind, and bright and new,
If it would only take a lesson from the few.
JEFF

A simple gift God gave to man
All beauty found within the land
The birds and flowers, sand and sea
All of these things he gave to thee.
And for a while the land did thrive
With happiness of all alive.
But then one day saddness fell
And that is where we start our tale.

Man did take things from the land
And she was weakened by his hand
He did not hear her sorrowful pleas
As she dropped down to her knees.
He lifted up his torturing blade
And all her hopes began to fade.
He stood over her ready to slay
Now still and silent was his prey.

She closed her eyes as all hope left
She felt a witness to life and death
She knew she couldn't bring right over wrong
For she was weak and he was strong.
A weakened whisper came to his ear
A voice full of hope yet filled with fear.
And to the man there came a sound
As nature's voice moved all around

"You cannot ignore the life that is there
For a life is a life and for that you must care.
Do you not think that it can feel
Do you not understand that it's pain is real
It screams within, screams in silence
As you commit your ongoing violence.
Take this seed and give it birth,
For there's still hope to heal the earth.
To give a life is to create
A better world for our futures sake.

And as the seed touched his hand
He felt the cries from all the land
To his knees he did sink
And for once began to think
Of all the beauty that was lost
His eyes beheld its real cost.

So often this sight he had failed to see
The way things were and how they really should be
With his blade he broke the ground
and planted the seed without a sound.
A silent tear slid from his cheek
And to the seed it did seek.
With love and hope this gift will grow
for all the world to have and know
That only man can fix this place
Only he can restore its grace.
                        SCOTT, AMY AND I (SITA)

The tide recedes but leaves behind
bright seashells on the sand,
The sun goes down, but gentle warmth
still lingers on the land,
The music stops, and yet it echoes on
in sweet refrains...
For every joy that passes,
something beautiful remains.

All things bright and beautiful,
All creatures great and small,
All things wise and wonderful,
The Lord God made them all.

Each little flower that opens,
Each little bird that sings,
He made their glowing colours,
He made their tiny wings.

The purple-headed mountain,
The river running by,
The sunset, and the morning,
That brightens up the sky.

The cold wind in the winter,
The pleasant summer sun,
The ripe fruits in the garden,
He made them every one.

He gave us eyes to see them,
And lips that we might tell,
How great is God Almighty,
Who has made all things well.
                                 CECIL FRANCES ALEXANDER

Who saw the petals
drop from the rose?
I, said the spider,
But nobody knows.

Who saw the sunset
flash on a bird?
I, said the fish,
But nobody heard.

Who saw the fog
come over the sea?
I, said the sea pigeon,
Only me.

Who saw the first
green light of the sun?
I, said the night owl,
The only one.

Who saw the moss
creep over the stone?
I, said the grey fox,
All alone.
                                       MARGARET WISE BROWN

Stars and atoms have no size,
They only vary in men's eyes.

Men and instruments wil blunder
Calculating things of wonder.

A seed is just as huge a world,
As any ball the sun has hurled.

Stars are quite as picayune
As any splinter of the moon.

Time is but a vague device;
Space can never be precise;

Stars and atoms have a girth,
Small as zero, ten times Earth.

There is, by God's swift reckoning
A universe in everything.
                             A.M. SULLIVAN

To see a World in a grain of sand,
And a Heaven in a wild flower,
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand,
And Eternity in an hour.
                      WILLIAM BLAKE

An emerald is as green as grass,
A ruby red as blood;
A sapphire shines as blue as heaven;
A flint lies in the mud.

A diamond is a brilliant stone,
To catch the world's desire;
An opal holds a fiery spark;
But a flint holds fire.
                       CHRISTINA ROSSETTI

I stood beside a hill
Smooth with new-laid snow,
A single star looked out
From the cold evening glow.

There was no other creature
That saw what I could see-
I stood and watched the evening star
As long as it watched me.
SARA TEASDALE

The infinite stars follow her;
Its constellations which guide the lost.
Giving life to creatures who shun the day.
Providing shelter for those stalked as prey.
Wolves await her to sing their songs;
Echoes that carry throughout the land.
She is both revered and hated,
Hiding ill-will but creating fear.
She is powerful yet harmless.
Who is she-one that is mysterious and elusive?
Alas, she is Night.
                                 PAUL PEREIRA

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