A Plan so Perfect

You look for a fault in the plan well made

 ahead of time, ahead of phase

In a world of seamless proportion

Is to find a drop of poison in an ocean

The world that is made to precision, perfection

Every drop well placed

No more, no less

The flower does not decide the hues

To drape its slickly placed petals

Nor do the seeds plan to fall in place

Bit by bit, space by space

The beauty that meets the eyes

Is a mystery play of a myriad of elements combined

And every role is well placed in

A design designed to perfection

The river running down the landscapes

It is wild, unleashed, unbound

And yet it runs in a pattern unwavering

 Adhering to the scheme of things

each piece of earth it takes on

 and every stone it conquers

Is not sudden, sheer luck or chance

But an infinitesimal part of a well made plan

The blood that runs through a maze of veins

A maze of a perfect order

or the thoughts that cross the curious mind

careless, impulsive, eager

To question the eccentric scheme of things

Is perhaps a plan in itself

Laid out by a maker so perfect

Knowing who is perhaps not part of the plan