I See Him

.... I see Him... I do not see with my eyes withwide,rimose and coruscating glance, those who move in front of my sight. I see those who like lightning play hide and seek and make me mad. I do not see those who go to forest to collect honey and to catch bird. I see those who move with honey bee and inspire itto sit on flowers, I see those who arrange forest with his magical forearm. I do not see the stretching arms of all trees in easy wind, Saluting each Fugacious change of Nature. I see the pain and joy that the trees undergo with each jab of chopper. I don't see the fluttering sound of the Flighting of fowl, I see the height it doth aspire to reach. I do not see God in Temple or Synagogue, I do not see Him at all in church and Mosque, I see Him, nay, feel His presence In every tiny tinkle of Nature. I feel Him in every pulsating heartiness.