"tribute to poets"

Like a seed Buried in the turf, Hidden in the plains Are things that beats the eyes. Nature makes all open And keep all closed. But,the freely pondering mind Divulges the unknown. Beyound the whistling wind, And the singing birds, They see beyound the nose, For they are with nature one. Like the skillful Swinging of the artist brush, They paint the world From the outside. As custodians of emotions, They reveal the heart's mind. without them, All is lost. But,with them, the world is made a perfect place.