What a glorious depiction of nature in its endless variety is this poem by Gerard Manley Hopkins, 19th century Wales.
Pied Beauty
Glory be to God for dappled things --
For skies of couple-colour as a brindled cow,
For rose-moles all in supple upon trout that swim,
Fresh-firecoal chestnut-falls; finche's wings;
Landscape plotted and pieced -- fold, fallow, and plough;
And all trades, their gear and tackle and trim.
All things counter, original, spare, strange;
Whatever is fickle, freckled (who knows how?)
With swift, slow; sweet, sour; adazzle, dim;
He fathers-forth whose beauty is past change:
Praise him.
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