They Never See Themselves

They never see themselves, the great blue spaces,
And, clear and pure in the eternal cold,
The snowy mountains never see their glory,
The flower cannot watch itself unfold.

So it is sweet to know that if you wander
Through woods, or if you climb a craggy rise,
Nature delights, discovering her beauties
With Your insatiable eyes.

Stepan Shchipachev