A tiny bud I hold in my hand All fashioned with loving care; The Master Artist each tint had planned -- Each leaf had placed softly there. The blue of the sky and the sunbeam's gold He mixed for the green, I know -- Each pointed leaf He shaped like a star, A star of the long ago. Life-giving strength came up from the earth And coursed through the tiny veins -- The breath of life was caught from the winds -- The wine of life from the rains. And when June brings the flowers and bees, The buds will be fully blown; And nestling close in their cosy depths, The birds will make their home. The pot of gold at the Rainbow's end Is the gift of the Golden Rod -- Man feels the pulsings of Nature In the Unseen Hand of God. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HAMATREYA by RALPH WALDO EMERSON THE PROPHECY OF ST. ORAN by MATHILDE BLIND AVELINGLAS by GORDON BOTTOMLEY THE FOUR WINDS by MAXWELL STRUTHERS BURT LINES ON THE VIEW FROM ST. LEONARDS by THOMAS CAMPBELL BY LAKE CHAMPLAIN by HILDA CONKLING THE FOUR AGES by WILLIAM COWPER |