No coincidence

It’s no coincidence that
the rose grows in silence

that it has no notion
of the beauty it achieves

through the synthesis
of starlight that raises it

up from the earth
nor that the days

of its blooms are numbered
nor that the enlightened poet

should become its voice
and tell of its beauty

to all who will take heed:
our ingenuity stems

from the stars themselves
that taught us to sing

John Lyons