or ; Deify Chaos

Clouds coalesce
into shapes fantastic
castles and horses,
old men with beards.

High pressures,low pressures,
winds sweep the plain
rains lash the ground
snow cocoons it.

Hard to credit
that a butterfly's wings
may shake up the whole world.

Love it is,
that lures order out of chaos
and the world we know
blooms forth.
Orderly brains
make Order, God.

I say:
deify chaos.