Rose and Nightingale

Have you ever seen a meadow so green,
that with eyes turning green you devour it piece by piece ?

Have you ever seen a day so blue
you know your truer self is rolled up in it?

Have you ever passed a tree
you did not want to take home to your mother?

Have you ever seen a roach,
that on closer inspection does not resemble a broach?

And when a baby smiles, does it not make you wish
to be radiate again the innocence?

Is this not all discernible of Everlasting Mystery?
Who rejects that Lord of Awakenings is here present for You and Us ?

Certainly not a rose... nor any nightingale that ever was