The Prairie

I may not catch the largeness of its meaning,
So infinite and perfected the whole,
But this child-wisdom I am slowly gleaning,
That through its silence I can reach its soul.

I stand and watch its limitless outreaching,
Its velvet brownness to the sky unroll,
And though I may not understand its teaching,
Its silence has revealed to me its soul.
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