folly

 
twilight blooms with wonderment
I awaken to her joy
she quickens the soul within me
to the beauty of all that is natural

people at times confound
nature is true to our creator
even when the world is amiss
she is ever diligent

the foul of the air gather nesting material
true to form...singing to the day
they never in pity doubt
utter I will not today

I pray for my proud state
when in humility I should give praise
that today belongs to me

I will gravitate to the beauty earth sings
and not to my folly's complaints