So, my thoughts are my own
I take my own decisions
I steer my own lifeboat
I am the master of my fate?
Noticed how nature loves symmetry?
How layered are the earth and the air?
On a canvas of brown, green and blue
The sprinkling of colors everywhere?
The folds of the delicate rose
The lines dividing the leaves
The Zebra's uniform stripes
The annual rings of the trees?
Such pain has it taken to design
The patterns of the butterfly wings
The eyes of the peacock's tail
The beautiful tiny snowflakes!
Created by this Master Designer
To think that my thoughts are random
That my existence is without purpose
Is to undermine His Great Power!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I feel sorry for the dinosaurs and Neanderthal man and Lucy, the Australopithecus, they came developed and passed on th something else.
We are yet to see the grand design, David!