Watching the petals open upAt the hour before dawnI see no mortal hand working on it,And yet visible to me, its bloom is on.
There are straight rays of sunlight,Streaming from beneath a cloud.I see no ruler keeping it straightYet, even in silence, its presence is loud.
Next to the fireplace, I place a stocking in redIn the morning, a myriad of presents I foundI saw no Santa come down the chimneyYet, the joy in my heart has been crowned.
These are life’s miraclesThere are stories that can be told but not explainedThere are things you don’t understandBut that doesn’t mean they are not real.
PS: There are a lot of things that you and I don't understand. It's up to you to choose what to believe. But if there is something you don't believe in or don't understand, it does not mean it does not exist or is not real.
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