Too Pretty, Too Deep

Too fair for you to miss, ah, such a sight:"

rain drops on  grass and  trees,

a rose blown in   the  breeze,

 the  waving mass of  wind blown shrubs and  grass,

with hands that beckon  as  you saunter  pass,

the distant  stars, the  moon  becoming bright.

Too pretty. Do not miss this awesome sight.  

Too deep  for you  to grasp, although you  hoe;

so take a breath and  gasp

at  roots and buds  and asp,

or  tender shoots escaping  through the  soil,  

not long,   they yield the yams to peel and boil.

Too  deep, too deep  to grasp,  and yet we know,

God’s  hands provide. We bask beneath His glow.

Agatha Lai

Sep. 2009