Who has heard the song the rainbow sings
When it spans the azure sky?
The wind has.
Who has seen cotton clouds shaped like beings
Both fantastic and bizarre?
The sun has.
Who has watched the monarchs on gossamer wings
Flit from milkweed twig to branch?
The summer has.
Who has been to the water’s edge when the tide brings
Both treasure and flotsam to the light?
The sand has.
Who has marked the splendor of the courts of kings
Puffed up with pomp and bloated with intrigue?
The rumor has.
Who has heard the tune the church bell rings
When it clangs the faithful to their ease?
The old oak has.
Who has felt the bite when the scorpion stings
Swift and deadly under sun warmed rocks?
The desert has.
Who knows why the lizard on the wall clings
Like a cellophane ornament on a windowpane?
The poet has.
Who has heard the tune the soaring lark sings
Offering a divine melody to the sublime?
The morning has.
Who has seen the beginning and end of all things
The alpha and the omega, future and past?
Bryan Knower 2013