Things poetic come forward unbidden,
No reliance on a need to express.
No requirement to juggle a balance
Between value and truth, just observed,
No more, and no less.
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They restore any damage to justice.
They play along with the rhythm of time.
They are part of an eternal beauty.
Both natural and sublime.
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Breezes fanning, waves splashing,
Thunder rolling, lightning flashing.
Leaves dancing, winds blowing,
Clouds dispersing, rainbows showing.
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Galaxies swirling, planets dwarfing,
Stars appearing, seasons morphing.
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There is no moral entanglement,
As they appear on nature’s scene.
Both in and out of harmony,
Miraculous… yet routine.