I love to think of lovely rounded things:
The gibbous moon that moons behind the pines;
A nest of eggs a robin nestles in;
A boulder, lichen-kissed, that lizards like;
A russet apple in the rustling leaves;
The rippling rings where rising fish have passed;
A warm-hued peach with rosy human cheeks;
The grassy hill where sunlight lingers last.
And you partake of nature’s art as well:
You’re one with all the lovely rounded ones;
I know there’s times you wish your hair was full
And thick and young, but beauty also comes
Where sun and moon and wind and rain have kissed
(As I have kissed) your lovely roundedness.