The skies are grey and overcast
But the sun has not shined her last
It's just another different day
Nature's vagaries at play
A tiny movement's caught my eye
The buddleia's leaf; spinning round
The slightest breeze; sends it pirouetting
Suspended by a silken web
The owner's not around right now but
I owe her a debt anyway
Such precious creatures hide away
From man's ever critical eyes
We see beauty where we find it
Maybe not as we expect
For God does not think as we do
He has much greater plans
We are drifters on His magnificence
We are specks of dancing sand
Like feathers falling from the skies
Pulled hither and thither by His mighty will
We are of such little consequence
In this massive world of ours
Yet He; guides and loves us still!
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