TheBanyanTree: doth not

[Mike Pingleton]

doth not 
God grow the nose that knows the rose? 
sends us sheep to shear and leap in sleep She does, 
leaves lines of lawns for lions and fawns to lie upon. 
stocks cool pools with fish schools, jeweled scales,
chain mailed and scaled to whales in tales of sails.

makes time a clock She winds, the spinning world a rind, 
the din of wind a djinn aspin in eye of mind,
our bluey orb sublime, a wind chime in space time.
fox and den, phlox and fen, crocs and hen,
doth She ever say 'when'?