The splendor of this rustic scene;

the rising of the golden sun;

and the songs of the epicene;

together make the seasons run

in cycles of time before seen,

in cycles of time long begun.

The lungs of Nature thus respire

with the breath of organic life;

spring and summer, as if on fire,

now resonate with earth's wildlife,

which alternate and then transpire

in this globe and time's afterlife.

Do men merit such great display?

And how comes wonder full of might?

It is a mystery today,

as when God saith, “Let there be light!”

and then our cosmos's Milky Way

took form on the first day and night.

By Ngoc Nguyen

From: United States