The Essence of Perfection

A young child listens
From a tower;
A dewdrop glistens
On a Flower.
Below, a river laughs in glee
To see the clumsy bumblebee.
And birds that fly
In endless arcs
Stop their larks
In time to spy
Upon the weeds
That dance and nod
To their God.
Simple needs,
Simple deeds,
And ... God heeds...

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