You firmly declare, "No God," you say,
Claiming life's a game, no creator in play,
No guiding hand to greet each new day,
No reckoning, no one for mistakes to sway.
I once stood beside you, with disbelief's might,
Then witnessed people, under sun's warm light,
Worship ancient trees, with devotion so tight,
I thought, "How quaint," as they took their flight.
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