Heaven knows when a rose lingers in the sun.
Perfume on the bough is a heady bliss.
A rider knows when he holds tight the rein
There's something corroborative in this
There's something more than animal or beast
Guiding, the controls of his life his, risk.
Heaven knows when a buzzard flies southeast
It isn't to prey on the basilisk.
There's something more than meets the humble eye
Heaven knows when a brown trout swims up-stream
It's not just there to somehow multiply,
Breaking its body to levitate and dream.
From the rose to the buzzard and the horse
From man to fish, there is much more of course.
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