by Olivia Hibbard
I often ponder the miracles of this world;
How the sun doth rise to glory
Arcing over us, from east to west it races.
How the eagles soar
And how dedicated to each other.
The purring of a soft cat
As loving claws insert and green eyes plead.
The beauty of the bending tree
In gusts of wind so ferocious.
The way of a dog with its master,
His viciousness at any invaders.
And how they happen I cannot say,
But I praise God for these wonders.