The Sun Has No Say

The Sun has no say
In how long it will bless us
With its great warmth and nuture.
The moon has no say
In how the tides will bend to her will.
The Ocean has no say,
In how its liquidity,
Will produce the rain and dew,
The Mountains have no say,
In their majesty of the eternal.
But these children of nature,
In formal harmony,
Fashion the thread of life,
And weave with exacting intricies,
The garment of wholeness for all
The blue green world.
Which she wears like a beauteous bride,
In rich adornmant.