The Beauty of Mist
What lively buccaneer has told
the brooks to be so playful?
What breath has spun the spider's web
or spread the morning mist?
What cultivator planted trees
with leaves that flit so graceful?
What lover quite invisible
has chilly noses kissed?
What rogue inspired hand was it
that sowed the sassy weeds?
What marvelous trapeze artist
has taught the wind to fly?
What carpenter has sharpened points
in all the great pine's leaves?
Whose planetary diagrams
were used to hang the sky?
What mighty laugh was bright enough
to teach sapphire to shine?
What arms of superhero strength
hold separate day from night?
What mad conductor stands before
the birds in summer sunshine?
What photographer so commands
the best from evening light?
What lumberjack can wield the wind
to fell a pine so tall?
What breath can breathe the mighty storms
that circle up on high?
What peace suspends the forest din
with moonlight, hushed as snowfall?
What jeweler placed the diamond stars
within their velvet sky?
What patient choreographer
taught flowers to unwrap?
Or planets of the dancing steps
that bring them face to face?
What wild banana split of life
has fallen in our lap?
What xylophonic, joyous love
sees fit to give us chase?
the brooks to be so playful?
What breath has spun the spider's web
or spread the morning mist?
What cultivator planted trees
with leaves that flit so graceful?
What lover quite invisible
has chilly noses kissed?
What rogue inspired hand was it
that sowed the sassy weeds?
What marvelous trapeze artist
has taught the wind to fly?
What carpenter has sharpened points
in all the great pine's leaves?
Whose planetary diagrams
were used to hang the sky?
What mighty laugh was bright enough
to teach sapphire to shine?
What arms of superhero strength
hold separate day from night?
What mad conductor stands before
the birds in summer sunshine?
What photographer so commands
the best from evening light?
What lumberjack can wield the wind
to fell a pine so tall?
What breath can breathe the mighty storms
that circle up on high?
What peace suspends the forest din
with moonlight, hushed as snowfall?
What jeweler placed the diamond stars
within their velvet sky?
What patient choreographer
taught flowers to unwrap?
Or planets of the dancing steps
that bring them face to face?
What wild banana split of life
has fallen in our lap?
What xylophonic, joyous love
sees fit to give us chase?