God is an artist

How did you think of a star, God, when you thought of a pine tree?
How did the Milky Way appear to you in your dream?
How did you see a spotless brown pool with shadow flecks?

How did you think of dew when you thought of a cobweb, God?
How did you know that a spider's home had shiny, new shingles?
How did you know that people would adore them in the same way?

God, how did you foresee the ecstasy that would be brought by that crystal call when you designed a bird song and tossed it on a silver string?
How did you come up with the ideas for a bubbling throat and a cute speckled wing?

God, how did you come up with the idea for a stem holding a gorgeous satin leaf to hold the little diamond when you chiseled a raindrop?
How could you know that a million drips would cover the hem of the morning?

Why did you choose to mate the honeysuckle vines on the starry night?
How did you learn about the Madeira blossom, euphoric wines?
How were the velvet disks woven?
Where are the tangled perfumes?
How did you think of a star, God, when you thought of a pine tree?