The hierarchy of nature seems
In nature and in life to be
Run by a conductor unseen
And in many ways it is me
(As if by some magic or simony).
When the unseen hand changes the tide
And sets the sun below the sky
And all of nature returns to hide
And the Zephyr in the breezes sighs;
Reminds me that within my life
Whether in my sports or my child
Either in the classroom or the type
I direct the events in the books I write.
Though many things I can’t control
With each storm and wave I roll
Yet when the chance comes to my soul
I direct the chimes the bell tolls.
Knowing what and what not to do
When I can rest and when to move
Is a gift not many can prove
To have and yet I surely do!
Words and photo copyright 2013 by Eddie Edwards.