Like lovely flowers on a hill,
Beautifully scattered around unnoticed,
Miracles are just waiting,
To be witnessed with awe if seen,
Although thorns and bushes abound,
Competing side by side to grow and to live,
With nature's circumstance and coincidence,
And with its unforeseen twist and turn,
They may be sprawling before your eyes,
Than small wonders or big marvels,
That grows unseen sometimes.
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