Is it spoiling a rose
To breathe its sweet scent
And call its silk petals
Beautiful?
Is it blessing a tree
To stroke its rough skin
And call its bright garments
Wonderful?
Is it treating a hill
To walk its curved back
And call its wide vistas
Majestic?
Or is it we who are
Spoiled, blessed and treated
By noticing what is
Only natural?
— Wayne Visser