Universe not made
To measure
By volumes of logic
Mountains not made
To measure
By yards of thought
Lakes not made
To measure
By heap of knowledge
Trees not made
To measure
By reams of opinion
Snow not made
To measure
By inches of judgment
Flowers not made
To measure
By chunks of analysis
Moments not made
To measure
By webs of theory
Let them suspend in the eye
To capture in the soft heart
Envelope you in love
Lest they slip by