Blue skies,
Nature’s colourful canopy.
We busy distracted
and self consumed
Pass by with
mild indifference.
Sure it’s only
a weed!
Ah but what’s a weed?
Only a flower in another's eye.
God’s eye
Can we not wonder
at these “dappled things”
Can the poet in us
not see “God’s Grandeur”
Or the mystic
infuse our senses.
