See the beauty

After Isaiah 40:6-8

See the beauty

of the fields of flowers

carpeting color to the horizon,

the groves of trees thrusting

green upward, sentinels

we are the grass

we are the flowers of the field

we are the thrusting trees

we fail and wither

we pale and weaken

as the breath blows upon us

flowers brown,

green pales and whitens

only one thing lasts

only one

a word

the word

and the word was with

and the word was

Photograph by George Hodan via Public Domain Pictures. Used with permission.