I humbly write for you as best I can
A semi-futile gesture though, I guess
For what chance has a solitary man
To find the words for so much loveliness?
All nature from the boundless realms of space
To dancing atoms deep in grains of sand
From every crinkled, crying, newborn face
To every wrinkled, dying, ancient hand.
Muriel said, "Can't you see all the leaves?"
I said "They're green." and all she did was laugh,
It's true sometimes, you know, the eye deceives,
I search for colours scattered on the path.
She says "Look closer, surely you can see...
The world is infinite variety."
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