Nature unwinds its,
eternal beauty,
to manifest its
most beautiful booty,
The bubbles rise and
burst around,
for providence made it time-bound.
Just flakes of nature,
on the palm of God,
That rise and wither and decay,
in the pod.
But make an impression,
in the short-lived span,
That is the wonderful creation,
called 'man'
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