Hey all... 
I wrote this poem a while ago, after reading numerous poems about beauty, I had a sudden spark of insperation. 
At 3:00 in the morning. 
I thought I'd share it with you. 
Wonder, by Celandine Baggins. 2002
It's a wonder to look at the glittering stars Shining down on the frost-riddled ground.
Its a wonder to look at the feathery clouds
Drifting by with a soft blowing sound.
And the pearl laden moon on an inky black night
Shining down on a pond still as glass,
And the heron-a statue as silent as death-
Waiting for the long night to pass.
Its a wonder to watch as an eagle soars by,
Filled with graceful splendor through the fields of the sky.
Its a wonder a butterfly cares even to live
With a lifespan of four lonely weeks,
And a fish willing to swim thousands of miles
To find the home that it seeks.
There is wonder in the grass
wet with early worning dew,
And a cat that stares in awe
at the way a bluejay flew.
There's amazing wordless wonder
from the smallest grain of sand,
To the sun that warms the falcon,
scouting out it's land.
There is wonder in the winter,
There is wonder in the spring.
There's enchanting wonder
in the way of every living thing.
I wrote this poem a while ago, after reading numerous poems about beauty, I had a sudden spark of insperation. At 3:00 in the morning. I thought I'd share it with you. Wonder, by Celandine Baggins. 2002
It's a wonder to look at the glittering stars Shining down on the frost-riddled ground.
Its a wonder to look at the feathery clouds
Drifting by with a soft blowing sound.
And the pearl laden moon on an inky black night
Shining down on a pond still as glass,
And the heron-a statue as silent as death-
Waiting for the long night to pass.
Its a wonder to watch as an eagle soars by,
Filled with graceful splendor through the fields of the sky.
Its a wonder a butterfly cares even to live
With a lifespan of four lonely weeks,
And a fish willing to swim thousands of miles
To find the home that it seeks.
There is wonder in the grass
wet with early worning dew,
And a cat that stares in awe
at the way a bluejay flew.
There's amazing wordless wonder
from the smallest grain of sand,
To the sun that warms the falcon,
scouting out it's land.
There is wonder in the winter,
There is wonder in the spring.
There's enchanting wonder
in the way of every living thing.
