Magnificence

How delicate! ...
How her graceful limbs sway
In the soft, soft wind of day
And beckon to -
little wings of Love ...
As if to say: "All is well"
On such, this pleasant spring day.
And, is filled with rapturous music
By those busy at their play.
That of birds singing; ever so -
Restless calling to and fro.
Bringing joyously, the peace,
While a stillness lulls the soul.
And Love is with her again;
Although-tumbled, down-worn' she seems.
Yet! There is little hurt for her,
In the open where she stands ...
Surviving, all elements of sky
... And of the earth below:
Is sizzled; those Summery suns!
Pelted--the cleansing rains of Spring
Whipped and ripped by winds of Fall,
and burdened; those snows of Winter fells
Yet shrugging off each, with little cares.
Strengthening inward, stronger--to become
All so Majestic! Even more so, as beautiful!
With each seasoned passed.
And being endowed with Godly Love
For could we? But "stand" so tall!
Conquer each season--so victorious all.
As does, that magnificent! ...
Colorado; blue spruce--tall!

© 2000 Robert "Wee" Macmillan

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