The Miracle of Life

THE MIRACLE OF LIFE. Many men altercated and argued, Day and night did they dismay, How could one ever argue, The miracle of life, the light of day. I should not ever question, None should ever question I, For we are one in the same, Attempting to live before we die. Our god is one in all, The natural mystic ever present, From the buzz of the bees, The tide of the seas, To the feathers of the pheasant. The sentience of all things, Should not be underestimated, For one might say of man, Intelligence presumed, could be debated. The beautiful bees are ever busy, But have the gift of sting, The birds rejoice in the morning, For their ability to sing, One could also enquire, "But they have the gift of flight?", Man has many blessings, Few can compare to our foresight. What is man without a fish?, A fish without a sea, A house without a home, A cup without the tea. We are all in one, All in one are we. We must regain respect, For the leaf of every tree. The fire deep inside, The spirit of every life, Has beauty beyond comprehension, What good can come of strife? The bird flies for food, Pollen for the buzzing bee, What point in having foresight, If the foresight cannot see? Kelvin McLaughlin. July '15.