THE ARTISTIC GOD.

God, when you thought of a pine tree,

How did you think of a star?

How did you dream of the Milky Way

To guide us this far?

What did you think of the clouds

that floats on high over vales and hills?

What made the sky to merit the steadfast coursing of the stars?

What made the waves ripple to the shore?

What made the vigorous trees which year by year

Spread upwards more and more?

These are the questions I ask