How does the
tender bush leaf know
To grow in
such a way!
To make its surface,
flat and smooth,
Still curve to
catch the rain?
How do the
water drops decide
To congregate,
just so!
To fall and
join and then divide
To stand in
perfect rows?
They gleam
atop these small green plates
A silent,
ordered feast
That eyes may
see and lives may taste
And praise
may be increased.
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