so high,

in the mountain's tops,

I gaze, (miraculous)

miles above the eagle's nest,

who's eyes so keen, wings that glide,

and sail with stealth,

miraculous creation of the ALMIGHTY,

so are the bubble's fizz,

bursting between barefoot-toes,

where in the ocean's tide I stroll,

walking the same, thought-filled line,

drawn by GOD, full of purpose, rythem

and pride,

and the moon,

the historical orb of light,

hung with perfection, in our sky's delight,

has seen each day on Earth, it's sunset,

and it's demise,

miraculous is all around me,

bleek are the thoughts of whom,

do not see through the eyes,

of the ALMIGHTY!

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