So inscrutable, yet complete -
What earthly thing can compete
With that which is immutable,
Or contain the inexpressible?
Who am I to see the glories of creation?
The sunset, vibrant and peacefully colored,
The fiery dawn, pure and sacred light,
Splendid sunlight shines like gold on foliage,
On the humble grass, on me,
Into every pore and every cell –
I am all awe and contemplation.