Nature Sonnet

To follow nature,
we hold our children’s
hand to God’s door.
As this all matures,
with the weeping willow
and the joy in heart flowers,
we brush the Yellow Poplar.
To find the green showing

its vastness. Beginning,
with the greenhouse
to the color painted orchards,
the sun dances around
and the moon a time chart.
It is here, I say, Amen.