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A sonnet inspired by Psalm 19 and Psalm 14. |
| Consider a world with glorious scenes Whence plants spring up under suns golden ray. Darkness beholds sparkling stars and moon beams Whilst in peaceful pond tiny tadpoles play. Mountain lakes birth roving streams with ease, Who joining together in bubbling song Form raging rivers that pour into seas. Fill clouds with cool rain to keep the plants strong. Soon comes the time for flower to bloom Coloring the vast expanses of fields, Until withering flower, child of doom Pass humbly away, lush fruit gently yields. What I'm trying to say some may find quite cruel; To say there's no God takes a thoughtless fool. |