A pinpoint tilt, a slant of wind, a perfect speed of light.
A long procession of changes. To the beings in day and night.
Finally, to grow, a human standing there.
With eyes like globes and strangely patchy hair.
An embrace makes hearts fluffy, like a centered lamb.
The innocent, cheeky smiles of new babes in a pram.
The ocean’s song cascades, through all her aching wales.
Dog’s loyalty strapped tightly, to us and wagging tails.
The intelligence of music, in so many combinations.
Unlocking truth with art, from keenly chosen stations.
Magnanimous, trees, towering over fondly.
Question singular survival, bring the planet’s quandary.
Sunrise, sunset are dearly quite a composition.
The pointless hand of evolution is clearly a beautician.
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