Look yonder, at the white clouds transfix the serene blue of the skies. Hearken, now, the cuckoo’s pipe rise to a crescendo, breaking the silence of the quiet noon. Sit still and listen to the bees’ thrum and watch the butterflies flit in delight from petal to petal.
When you have done all of this, and watched the first rays of the sun arrive to dispel the darkness, seen the moon come upon the sky in all his mellow splendour and witnessed also, the black bird build her nest with great zest, tell me if you have not indeed seen some of life’s greatest miracles?
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