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No one taught the bird where to fly and when. No one tells him when his song should begin or end. No one taught the ant how to provide, and he never asks why. No man showed the bee how to fly. There was never a lesson to teach the whale to sing, or school to teach the spider to work the puzzle with his string. No one taught the forest to whisper with the breeze, or how to offer-up the incense through it’s trees. No artist, though he may try, could match one color, in one sunset, of brother sky. No poet, though his heart be torn, could cry with sister moon, left in her night, forever to mourn. No philosopher had to explain majesty to the mountain reaching high, or the power of a stream to the canyon deep, and wide. Simply they are, and simply they do, what their Creator told them to. |
This poem is © copyright by mark macdonald
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