God, When You Thought of a Pine Tree

God, when you thought of a pine tree, How did you think of a star? How did you dream of a damson west, Crossed by an inky bar? How did you think of a dear brown pool Where flocks of shadows are? God, when you thought of a cobweb, How did you think of dew? How did you know a spider’s house Had spangles bright and new? How did you know we human folk Would love them as we do? God, when you patterned a bird’s song, Flung on a silver string, How did you know the ecstasy That crystal call would bring? How did you think of a bubbling throat And a darling speckled wing? God, when you chiseled a raindrop, How did you think of a stem, Bearing a lovely satin leaf To hold the tiny gem? How did you know a million drops Would deck the morning’s hem? Why did you mate the moonlit night With honeysuckle vines? How did you know madeira bloom Distilled ecstatic wines? How did you weave the velvet dusk Where tangled perfumes are? God, when you thought of a pine tree, How did you think of a star?