Fractals
Wet
sand
ripples
in the tide.
Circles in water
widen, to wait as magic pools.
Leaves repeat again, again, about their mother stem.
Petals flourish round the pistil,
sink into a place
of nature's
form and
shine
still.
Tide
moves
subsides
withdraws as
oceans rush on by.
Cold springs replenish, drop and drop
as ice crystal redefine their aim, their patterned shape
shows part of nature's long time goal.
No new design is
needed for
beauty
here,
now.
