What we see with our limited view in our small part of space
Is almost beyond comprehension, but like a glimpse of a face
Which has these wondrous curves, beautifully crafted
By a creative hand which has artfully and specifically wafted
What is there for a reason, known only to the One who
Has wisely put it in its proper arrangement, thought through
Every detail of each individual star, planet, comet, galaxy
All the way down to the smallest vein of the leaf on a tree
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