That Morn.
I sat one morning \'mid leafy-gold oceans
of swelling corn
and felt the unknowable alter my senses.
A breath of immeasurable beauty caught
notion\'s core as
stalks slowly shouldered birth\'s attempts.
Gowns of fine silvery filigree floated lightly
round tasseled throb
as fragile cobs through thick fringes crept.
Bodies of blown-silk wispy veins muscled
themselves over
growth\'s bulges to create protective webs.
With hearable ticks the chorus of nature
gilding pale corn
in speechless glory became loudly intense.
I stayed convinced that morn after proof
that life\'s being is
quite seeable to eyes on amazement bent.