Valleys, mountains and lands galore,
With passages and pages taken them off, from a fairy tale book...
Deserted passages converted in precious spots of dotted green,
Fashioned after with a fresh, and new outlook,
Everywhere, with a mass of brand-new, and mighty trees
To birth forth, from only a little and simple seed,and all by
The power of His glorious hand, to the most remote places on
Earth where not a single living thing,now and then
Before was ever seen...
As then the night in torrencial rain for mercy cries,
Silently, with tender whispers pouring all her love,
And romances with her tender,loving touch, beyond all the land,
Loosing and spreading her dark tresses in a volume wide,
As she shyly hides all her beauty there again,
And dimly shows opened, and under all the brightly sky
As generous the waxing moon, watches, wisely by...
Everything and all, kindly bright,
Playing hearty, her melodic heavenly strings,
On earth to every heart.
Dorian Petersen Potter