Miniscule pools of fetid water,
		Left to fester and grow as they choose,
		Hidden away from probing gaze,
		Small, yet potent.
		Miniscule pools,
		Washed by constant buffeting
		Of wind and rain,
		During the cold of night.
		Miniscule pools,
		Warmed by rays of sun
		Through verdant canopy
		Parted only briefly.
		Miniscule pools,
		Recipients of gritty seeds of life,
		Knowingly placed
		By a Higher Power.
		Miniscule pools,
		Giving birth to pillars 
		Of  strength and beauty,
		Now all can see.
		Miniscule pools of beauty,
		Open to view of all
		Who would gaze upon 
		The handiwork of God.