The Sign
Of the world that we live in, and all that we know,
From the seeds that take root in the rich soil below,
To the sun in the sky and the tides on the shore,
We are seeing a wonder, we’re seeing much more.
Oh, the light of the morning, a soft, gentle gleam,
Or the peace that arrives with a welcoming dream.
We just look at the stars with a soft, quiet sigh,
At the marvelous grace of the clouds drifting by.
There is life in each breath that we take in the air,
In the intricate patterns we see everywhere.
In the simple design of a leaf or a tree,
Lies a boundless and deep, silent mystery.
Not a moment that passes, not ever a day,
But a new little miracle comes on its way.
For the whole of existence, the simple and grand,
It’s a gift we can hold in the palm of our hand.
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