Love And Life

The inborn, in us, that we cannot contain Such the conceptions a broad Life, flourishing made by God. Mortality though not forever Shall we be; there's only Nature, Around unveiled everywhere Full all the forms, they appear, Everything it be, The surrounds of earth's, all the beauty Interiors, they reveal Much they cannot conceal Therefore they show Outerness; that way, they grow From their innerness does, It happen, so did us.