The Sun shines on every morn,
Arrogant-Ignorant of its role,
watching the planets revolve,
Its unaware it is part of a whole.
The Moon is wiser..a late riser,
but often gloats when its light,
reflects off the lovers at night,
and they bless it, the scarred rock,
for guiding the path they walk.
Trees green in envy,
seeing the lady tie strings,
and walk in wholesome rings,
around its bark,ungrateful!
whispering the name of the One..so faithful.
Hills and Lochs,Valleys and Lagoons,
take pride with mellifluous insistence,
pay no heed to the thunder,
and unknowingly they blunder,
Unaware of the Being who writes their existence.
Worst of all Man,
questions His every plan,
and standing on top of the scraper,
looking at this world of green paper,
thinks he can create a World better than
the Lord and still the Mighty forgets,
holds no grudges or regrets,
but protects the prodigal with emotion,
instilling Faith and unquestioned devotion.
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