When I Came Here Poem by RIC BASTASA

when i came here
i find beauty, wanton beauty
one that spreads and blooms
uncut
the pruning unknown
forests of green
vines climbing each branch
leaves outreaching for the sun
and then falling freely
to the cold feet of the earth

i simply sit on a rock
and do nothing but watch
and indeed
it was beautiful

the sun the moon and the stars
and even the winds of the night
did the same

even the most powerful hands
of God.