Mystery
It is a mystery to me
the things that are said
the things that are done
are all a mystery to me
I see the glow of our sun
the beam of our moon
the smile of a baby
and yet it is all a mystery to me
It began when I was a child
the world seemed strange
and so powerful to me
the things we share this planet with
the very nature of nature
the kind deeds and careful thoughts
are but a mystery to me
Copyright © Malcolm Dyer | Year Posted 2009
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