If I sowed flowers that all bloomed the same color; If I planted plants that all grew to the same height; If I selected vegetation all alike in leaf and shape; If so, my garden would be so much the poorer for it.
Morning; wet with placental waters. Graced; wizard light transfiguring. When humbly invisible ordinarinesses, Become spectacles of inspiring glory. The labor of a midnight geometrician; A design of death and life ephemeral.
I heard someone say That out in the prairie They saw a rainbow yesterday Then others were talking That there amidst the tall grass They saw a small green man walking So out I went this morning And found the treasure I sought Just as the new day was aborning