I saw the Earth's reflectance,
In the ocean's expanse.
The mountains nearby were sublime.
The ocean reflected the sky's expanse.
The sky an empty vessel.
This empty vessel I looked up to,
Everyday of my awestruck life.
I began to wonder who made all this,
And the answer didn't seem anywhere in sight.
I could only see the vessel of white.
I one day took a walk under the sky,
As screeching seagulls flew sweetly by,
And I, I proclaimed...
That the empty looking vessel was really full.
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