Thou gift of life, whence waters flow,
‘Tis evident when flora grows,
Providing picture perfect scenes.
Thy blended hues of reds and greens
Doth touch all life where e’er it goes.
Perchance thy evidence here shows
What any earthbound scholar knows.
Thy precious substance ’tis the means,
Thou gift of life.
Pray that the spark thy touch bestows
Remains as long as starlight glows
Within our seas and deep ravines,
Lest tragic outcome intervenes.
Vitality your drops enclose,
Thou gift of life!
Life exists in the Universe only where there is water, as far as we know. It is such a gift we have on our blue planet, as seen from space. Let’s not take it for granted.
I guess this image had me waxing a bit Elizabethan.
This poem is a Rondeau. I was reminded of it this morning as I reviewed an excellent one from tfawcus, a fellow FanStorian, in his Rondeau, The Scream. So I just had to write one myself.
A Rondeau is a fixed form of poetry. It is often used in light or witty poems. It often has fifteen octo – or decasyllabic lines with three stanzas. It usually only has two rhymes (a & b) used in the poem. A word or words from the first part of the first line are used as a refrain ending the second and third stanzas. The rhyme scheme, then, is;
aabba aabR aabbaR.
The format can carry any type of meter or syllable count, as long as it follows the fixed pattern.
This photograph was taken by the author himself at the Minnesota Arbotetum’s waterfall in October, 2014.