No man can claim the moon
The ocean deep stirring up typhoons
The sunset demands respect every day
No man can direct its beautiful rays
The years as they roll on with the days and seasons
Man doesn’t even know all the reasons
Why the smallest hummingbird seeks nectar from the flower
Instinctively drawn there by a higher power
There are beauty and mystery at the same time
In the creation of beautiful design
Enjoyed by humans every day
Except when things get in the way
Don’t forget each day to stop and take a look
The life all around us is an open book
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