Is There a God
Everything so inter-twined
With each piece depending on each other
Think of the wind as a bush gathers
Leaves, twigs and other things around it
So that moisture is held
In the soil
And we are on a planet is the sweet zone
Of the solar system
How could it be an accident or lucky occurrence
The has to be someone overseeing and helping it along.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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