cummings i like your style
your thoughts are modest and humble
you use the little words
the words that have the grandest meanings
the words you use aren't hollow
like the huge extravagant
nothingness words of the rabble
you are a tree among wind-blown blades of grass
in the meadow that is life
you seek to amaze the ones who think
who can see beauty without the help of
vibrant godly overwhelming explosions of noise
who know what it means to live and have a mind
the things you love aren't temporary
like the clouds that drift by in spring
nor the people who predict doomsday,
the things you love are eternal
as the sun and the moon and the stars and the sky who holds them
Poem © 2000 Russell Moore, all rights reserved
