Classic Poem

Let there be Light!
In pink and white
The apple tree blooms for our delight.
In pink and white,
Its shout unheard,
The Logos itself, the Creative Word,
Bursts from nothing; and all is stirred.
It blooms and blows and shrivels to fall
Down on the earth in a pink-white pall,
Withered? But look at each little green ball,
Crowned like a globe in the hand of God,
Each little globe on a shortening rod;
Soon to be rosy and well bestowed,
A cosmos now where the blossoms glowed
Constellated around the tree,
A cone that lifts to infinity.
Each rosy globe is as red as Mars;
And all the tree is a branch of stars.
What can we say but, “Glory be!”
When God breaks out in an apple tree?