Gaze at the bloom of the nature
It’s the soul of thee
Swear in the wings of the birds
It’s the feather touch of thee
Look at the marvel of creation
It’s the wonder of thee
Look at flora around
It’s the whisper of thee
Look at the rivers of the nature
It’s the blood of thee
Look at the heights of the mountains
It’s the pride of thee
Look at the sunshine
It’s the marvel of thee
Look at the stars in the sky
It’s the smile of thee
Diversion assured in all
Not obvious is in its terms
Form is not common or visible
Divergent and baffling the sense
He is everywhere as dictator
But not apparent to life’s thirst
Wheel moves in his direction
But not apparent at terminus
His craft is in everything
But his form not evident in anything
He is the inventor
He is the destroyer
Orator of everything
But silent in its echoes! ! ! ! ! !
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