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Who creates ?

Sitting on a meticulously shaped rock

 

I wondered: Who architected this rock of utter beauty

Surrounding by an expanse of greenery

I wondered: Who maintained these gardens of solitude

listening to the chirping of birds and crickets

I wondered: Who chooses these melodies of calmness

spotting a bird of intricate designs and colors

I wondered : who draws these magical beauties treating the eyes

felling a cool breeze send a chill down my back

I wondered : who controls such flowing emotions without the slightest of destruction 

smelling the scent of nectar
I wondered : Who combines just the right elements at the right amounts flawlessly 

      feasting on the pulp filled berries

I wondered : Who cooks with such patience sand integrity ….



I was unsure on how to end this poem, so I thought if you all could help by commenting on the box below. Thank you for the encouragement !!

 

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  1. Unknown21 December 2020 at 21:04

    My dear author, you need to end this..

    Yes words are not enough to conclude the beauty of nature.

    Nature teach us how to live how to survive how to fight back how to punish how to defend and lot more.

    We are disturbing nature alot but in turn its gives us love.

    Though it's punishes sometimes love for nature endless

    To me nature is women

    Ocean one of the wonders of nature.


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  2. J.S24 August 2021 at 12:48

    The poem can end with the line, "Thus, I ended up wondering about wondering"

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