PHOTOGRAPHER

Why am I lost

Amongst the daffodils

Swaying in sweet breezes

Above the trickling rills

As I wander

Across the florid hills

And point and snap
The clouds

To make my stills

Of God's skyscapes

Above His rampant earth?

Because it helps me

To sense my true worth,

Freed from oafish extremes

Of glut and dearth,

At one with wonders

That can bring rebirth.