You took some empty, watery, colourless space
And placed some pink and blue to make a flower;
Light-green for stalk, and emerald at the base
For grass, black earth - but MAGIC made your shower;
Which rains transparencies of light and dew
And sunbeams full of pollen none can see;
It seemed that everything was there - but You,
So feminine, add dabs of brown - a bee.

I knew that touch was right - your white gauche hand
Directed by some force we dared not name
Paused in its course to contemplate the land
Of light you'd made - and wonder whence it came;
I stood and looked, gushed - "Oh, it's grand!"
And rushed out of the house to choose a frame.