It wasn't thought up by any mind
No creator left a trace behind
It turns its circles, just like we do
The world is on a journey, forever new
It will never be finished by anyone
It will never be turned nor overrun
It does not know, but it stirs and strives
The world is a place to enjoy and survive
The rose in bloom, the beetle crawls
The bird's sweet song, a baby's brawls
The rose withers as people pass away
It's never too late for kindness, each day
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Published on e-Stories.org on 11/10/2023.