This Is The Poetry

This is the poetry of creation.
A word in the dark, and the dark gives and singing] way
Light on the water, the water in motion
And night finds its
Border and opens today.
Thorn after
Thorn on the rain-bright mountain, lark after lark in the wind-woken trees
He speaks the world into color and cadence
Then gives it a voice.
And the rivers and seas all sing the line.
Let the hills reply.