Pray Tell Me Please
What gives the bird its song to sing and morphs the butterfly, from spun cocoon of caterpillar to powdered wings that fly, what curls the strings of blooming vines to grasp and cling to limbs, birthed from seed that fell to ground from once a winds swift wisp. What colors grass and twig of tree, paints all flowers and salts the seas, where life takes shape on coral shelves by spores sprung forth from sponge itself, what gave the soil its fertile worth where life springs forth as simple worm, to etch a path for ground to breathe, do this you know, pray tell me please. What calls the rain into the sky from pond and river to various heights, to join in earth and dust from shores they’ve never been or saw before, in congregated white formations to sprinkle later every creation, with refreshing nourishment where once again they will ascend. What lifts the particles of light in waves both dim, dark and bright, that gives us all the sight to see including the fuzzy honey bee, that...