Friend A simple rhyme could never do. Epic poetry, perhaps; but even then It could not hope to span or plumb The depth and width of wonder. A simple scene in forest green - The unicorn in splendor. Innocent but wise, knowing but forgiving; The age and youth of wonder. A simple thought to pass the time: The poetry of time and space. Mathematically inchoate, alive and bright - The start of joy and wonder. - copyright E Glas Durboraw, February 25, 2002 (2 days before the Full Moon)