Or watch honey-bees busy around
the hive of a summer forenoon,
Or animals feeding in the fields,
Or birds, or the wonderfulness of
insects in the air.
Or the wonderfulness of the
sundown, or of the stars shining
so quiet and bright,
Or the exquisite delicate thin curve
of the new moon in spring;

These with the rest, one and all, are
to me miracles,
The whole referring, yet each distinct
and in its place.
To me every hour of the light and
dark is a miracle,
Every cubic inch of space is a
miracle
Every square yard of the surface of
the earth is spread with the same,
Every foot of the interior swarms
with the same

To me the sea is a continual miracle,
The fishes that swim, the rocks
the motion of the waves, the ships
with men in them.
What stranger miracles are there?

~~Walt Whitmam~~

So Until the next time
Hello ((((((( MY SPECIAL FRIEND )))))))
Have a wonderful day today. :-)