The Divinity Of Life In All Things Poem by Mark Heathcote

The world's as precious as a honeybee
and treasured as the clear sparkling dew
it's exquisite as a bride in her sari.
The world's clearly as dear to me as you.
The divinity of life in all things
is always fresh and unsoiled virginal.
Has the purity of gold, crowning kings
the majesty of a queen worshipful.
The world, a pear balanced about to fall
a star trembling upon a midnight hour.
We each part of the final segment's whole
synchronicity blooms, but one flower
delicate as woven silk unravels
like dead flowers to seed on their scaffolds.