A grove of squat, round trees,
dotted in soft pink camellias
stands outlined against the perfect
cyan sky. A blanket of petals
lies beneath them where only
pockets of green can be glimpsed.

Golden, vivid, fingers of the noontime sun
poke through leaves
and riffle through petals
until they gleam ideally
at the tip of a flawless camellia.
Caterpillars creep along leaf blades
and birdsong echoes through branches.

The azure of the sky,
the cerise of the camellias,
and the jade of the leaves and grass
mesh and become one,
like a collage or painting,
colors dance from its glorious canvas.

It arouses endearing thoughts
and paints a portrait of peace
as the sun bathes on each petal’s tip
and a gentle breeze dances and whistles
and rattles the delicate leaves.
What a glorious creation.
What a glorious Creator.