Arts

Visiting libraries, searching for hours
Looking, for a priceless, special book
With an awesome beautiful story to be told
It was fruitless as a rain dance in the desert
Where is this book I search for?
 
My search changed to dejected, aimless wondering
Guiding me, to the quiet beauty in nature
Majestic trees, gentle sheltering wild life
Babbling brooks, quenching thirst, refreshing plants
Busy honey bees, making flowers pregnant
Dying daisies, decaying into fertile soil
The creator of nature had a perfect master plan
A beautiful story, but not the book I search for
Can I find it among the crowded mass of people?
Each concerned with their own mission?
 
The Champagne bottle popped, the light bulb flickered bright
The stiff wind whizzed through the sun rays
The answer was clear, A New Baby Was Born
It is different, than anyone has ever lived
Never, again will the same be born, in this world
What a marvelous addition, to the perfect master plan
I have found the precious priceless book
IT IS ME, it-is-me!