Miracles...Taken for Granted (a poem of inspiration)
Two seeds...one as a recipient...another, as a benevolence, presented by the other,
Combined...in a fertilization, and as a baby is formed...this, develops inside the mother.
Taken for granted...simplicity, or as complexity...or as an enigma, inside this mystery,
This act to have happened many billions of times.. miracles in plain sight, of humanity.
A single seed dropped from the limbs of a tree...as worthy soil awaits...it to nourish,
The seed is received by the mothering sod...with rain and father sun...then to flourish.
The seed forms a tree, over time, to grow tall and green, as each fond day to pass,
New fruits form on its willing limbs...where more seeds are shared, as they are cast.
A maternal earth awaits, as the oceans to mass...a union of the fine soil and the sea,
Creatures, beyond the greatest of minds, to be imagined...are birthed, and now to be.
Should human kind accept these, as granted...with no significance, nor any grandeur,
The greatest misfortune, this grand circumstance, to be regarded, and as so demure.
The explosion...the conflagration...the beginning of us all...in all of space's celestial bounds,
When will the significance of this fantastic orchestration, be intently heard...as it so resounds?
All to be assumed...seems justly to be presumed, in humanity's mindset...no impact, made.
Then seen as a simple universal escapade, nothing of such majesty, as a heavenly serenade?
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