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Creation Speaks Without A Word

Rating: 4.3

In the soft blowing of the afternoon wind
a quiet sound is heard in the breeze
On the top of a tree reaching the clouds
A lonely leaf moves with the wind's soft touch
creation speaks without a sound heard

In the bright light of a summer moon
streams of colour cover a pool of pitch dark
A blue bolt of lightning from a dark ocean above
quakes the silent earth below with a lions roar

creation sings without a melody heard
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one of the best. i could never expect a poem of Creation to be less worthy. a poem full of wonder.10

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