The beauty of flowers. Oh!
The colors, the fragrance,
The textures, the designs,
Spires, clusters or single.
Humble; facing earthward.
Praising; face up heav’nward.
Nectar, perfumed and sweet,
Pollen, for ‘bricks’ cull some.
In fair daylight come some,
Lonesome dusk allures some.
Seems just their needs they fill;
Yet, Thy grand schemes fulfill!
Window curtains You’ve drawn.
Knowledge floods our minds’ room.
The sunlight blinds our eyes,
Fail we the source to see!
Your laws are sure and firm.
On them climb we to space.
Wond’rous thing have opened,
Fearfully You’ve made us.
Franz Halberg has revealed,
Others since have confirmed.
The seven-day cycle
In every cell You’ve stamped.
Night-day we can’t deny.
But seven’s on seventh!
Never on first or sixth?
Your laws are stable, sure.
Change this; disaster’s sure.
Buy now or pay later!
Yeanoku
Jan. 11, 2022
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