IN HURRIED RUSH IT PAINTS THE GROUND
WITH TRICKLED WEEPING ALL AROUND
IN PANICKED CHASE IT CHANGES FORM
FOR THAT IS WHEN A STREAM IS BORN
WITH PEBBLED BASE AND ROCKY SIDES
ONWARDS, DOWNWARDS IT DOES GLIDE
PASSING LANDSCAPES LUSH AND GREEN
TO PLACES WHERE ITS NEVER BEEN
ALL THE TIME IT GROWS IN SIZE
ITS WIDTH AND DEPTH IT MULTIPLIES
IT CANNOT STOP IT HAS NO TIME
TO FAIL TO FLOW WOULD BE A CRIME
IT GURGLES ONWARD WITHOUT ABATE
FOR NOT A MOMENT CAN IT WAIT
AS IT DESCENDS TO VALLEYS FLOOR
AND AS A STREAM IT IS NO MORE
BUT THEN A MIGHTY RIVER
CAMELLIA
I’LL TEND YOU IN THE SPRINGTIME
WHEN ALL YOUR BUDS ARE NEW
AND GAZE UPON YOUR STRUCTURE
IN FLOWERING BEAUTY TRUE
THE SOIL THAT FEEDS YOUR BEING
I’LL HOE WITH LOVE AND CARE
JUST LIKE A BABY BROTHER
FOR ME ALONE TO SHARE
THE RAIN I’LL ASK TO BLESS YOU
TO KEEP YOU FROM ALL HARM
THEN FILL YOUR DAY WITH SUNSHINE
AND DRESS YOU IN ITS CALM
YOUR FLOWERS WILL BE MY BLESSING
WITH A SCENT SO SWEET AND FAIR
WHILE MY ANGELS DANCE AROUND YOU
I’LL BATHE WITHIN YOUR FLAIR
YOU’RE SUCH A GIFT FROM NATURE
A FEAST BEFORE MY EYES
MY BEAUTIFUL CAMELLIA
THAT’S WHERE YOUR MAGIC LIES
THOUGHT TO PONDER – “What we do see depends mainly on what we look for. … In the same field the farmer will notice the crop, the geologists the fossils, botanists the flowers, artists the colouring, sportmen the cover for the game. Though we may all look at the same things, it does not all follow that we should see them.”- John Lubbock
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