NATURE'S HIEROGLYPHICS

Wildflowers nodding in the breeze,
A haven for the searching bees,
Colored buds in tossing grass
And shifting limbs that let winds pass,
The swirling mass of bits of leaves
That dance so gaily in the breeze,
Meadows filled with subtle hue
Of wildflowers for all to view,
The tangleweed and thistle's down
And cobwebs when the sun shines down,
The fields of gentle resting birds
And wildflowers that have no words...
These are Love's writing, seen, unheard.