PLANNED.
Soft rain bubbles a sole
blade of swaying shivery grass
that braves life by dancing as self.
Thistledown light it quietly
writhes with buoyant head high
on strenuous stalk defying the wet.
Where are your veins and
what holds your filmy life-force
together in such delicate threads ?
With gossamer frame first
shaped in fine fibrous tendrils
what makes you face all weathers ?
You, seed-full wonder were,
I believe planned by intelligence
only Heavenly invention possesses.