'Miracles' Poem by David Cleveland

'Miracles'

Most miracles you really don't see.
The mountains, the ocean, a ten-thousand-year-old tree.
The birth of a baby, the smell of a flower.
Or taking a walk in a warm April shower.
Looking at the moon, the sun, or a star.
Miracles are everywhere, near and far.
So, to see a miracle here is the key.
Open your eyes and miracles you will see.

'Miracles'
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