Though tainted by sin,
the natural world yet allures;
it’s inexplicable beauty
a fierce magnetic pull
that keeps my gaze transfixed.
In mesmeric wonder,
I remain a victim of its
web of verdant fields,
ablaze with an explosion
of color that ranges
the spectrum.
Above this, a canopy
of azure sky—whose thin
air is pierced by bird flight—
acts as a crown of glory that
encapsulates the scenery.
Here, impressive mountains
ascend into the very vault of heaven,
creating their own atmosphere;
their icecaps a mark of an
environment where
few can survive.
These rugged mountains plunge
deep down to the valley floor
which teems with life;
the lush vegetation a bountiful
table that serves a host of creatures.
Beneath the soil, newborns stir
in hidden dens, a sign of hope
for the next generation.
In time, the soft rains water the
earth and feed the gleaming streams
which wind their crooked path
through the valley in search
of a slow-moving river
that empties into the sea.
Beneath its shimmery blue depths
lurks marine life, where beams of
sunrays illuminate the photic zone.
Gentle sea giants filter-feed
to sustain their glide, while the
hypnotic dance of sardines forms
a migration cloud in the waters
off Moalboal.
This is all by design, being Yah’s
handiwork, the result of an unparalleled
mind that reaches far beyond the
scope of human intellect.
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