In honor of National Poetry Month:
The Beautiful Lawn Sprinkler
What gives it power makes it change its mind
At each extreme, and lean its rising rain
Down low, first one and then the other way;
In which exchange humility and pride
Reverse, forgive, arise, and die again,
Wherefore it holds at both ends of the day
The rainbow in its scattering grains of spray.
--Howard Nemerov
(h/t Tom Hilton for the idea; Mary [my wife] for the poem.)
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