Whatever god made flowers such as this
With beauty even stronger than they need
Also made the tiger and the lamb
And humans too who make each other bleed.
We are not his puppets on a string
Whom he toys with when he feels inclined
We are conscious but we fail to see
The need for love and nurture of our kind
The lack of affect and the need to win
Make us less than human in our ways
Flowers only show their beauteous forms
As if that is enough to make life plain
God loves excess beauty and the wild
We cannot see his face and live defiled
How my heart sings 