A MIRACLE

sagansense:

itscolossal:

The Cloud: An Interactive Thunderstorm in Your House

Try as we might,
we could never copy nature.
It could never be replicated
in its ultimate grandeur.
Its power and majesty never duplicated.
Flashes of light and mere rumbles
do not make a miracle.
Nature is not the sum of its parts,
but a heavenly presence in our lives.

PICTURE PERFECT

Perfect lines cast in the sand.
Had they been made by man?
Or could the waves had made them
when they lapped upon the shore?
Bringing moisture to the hot sand.
Leaving behind their own
distinctive footsteps.
Footsteps that cannot be duplicated.
Temporary footsteps until the next day
when they appear again.
Like magic?
No, like nature.

CARBON COPIES OF OURSELVES

Do we have doubles?
Human beings who are
exactly like us?
It would be much easier
to replicate an animal
than another human being.
Someone may look like me, but
there’s no way they could be me.
Someone with the same ambitions,
insecurities, hopes, and dreams like me.
No way!
We’re each unique in our ways.
Would we even want a carbon copy
of ourselves?
I definitely wouldn’t.

NEVER TO BE DUPLICATED

flowersgardenlove:

Beautiful flowers.
Lines like the stroke
of a paint brush.
Colors to absorb the light.
Fragrance to enhance the tale.
Beauty never to be duplicated.