CREATION
You know the mountains cragged with snow
And all the grandeurs which pervade them?
I know
The One who made them.
You know the tender flowers which grow
Through suns and winds which bloom and fade them?
I know
The One who made them.
You know the mighty rivers flow
Where human works cannot evade them?
I know
The One who made them.
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