Of summer winds
And Autumn rains,
Endless green fields,
Flowers of all colors,
Sunrise and sunset,
Each the same and
Different each day
Pounding surf of
A ceaseless sea,
The men and women,
Who look and see,
And feel,
Fumbling for
The words and
Art they engender,
Beauty...
Never expressed,
Never touched,
Never written,
Never read,
Yet in existence from
The moment...
Yes...
From the moment.
Donovan Baldwin