Each night I met a truthful man who never told a lie
of the future did he speak
of what would come, by and by

I spoke to him of beauty of all the colours I did spy 
of the art in human hands
of nature’s talk and saddening cry

we talked for many hours each eve until time came for us to leave
our evensong was together sung
for truth and beauty were as one

in truth humankind will wound the earth in ways terrifying and beautiful
in beauty nature will restore its worth
after humankind is stilled

Poetry days #13.

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