NATURE'S RHYME

Each morning she awakes to see
A new birth of Eternity.
As sunrise splendor paints the hill,
Warm golden rays dispel night's chill
She toils and bears her steps are slowed.
As homeward now she plods her way,
The West explodes with dying day.
The sphere of life, now setting low,
Bathes her in its afterglow.
A silver crescent moon shines down
To lull the quiet, sleeping town.
Now myriad pinpricks dot the skies,
As starlight falls on heavy eyes.
She knows that she is meant to be
A part of Love's great plan for her.
A tiny molecule in Time,
A metered verse in Nature's Rhyme.