Huge empyrean blueprint, cosmic design,
smallest of atom, every gluon and quark,
abiding orders, roles, nature did assign.
Not coincidence, never impromptu, hark!
Neither spontaneous , nor unplanned, offhand,
leaves that tremble, every single grain of sand.
Sans reason, no leaf falleth, no granules move,
yet, sitting in frigid cabins, strive to prove.
Linking with Sammi Cox Weekend Writing Prompt
Welfare unto all
Rab rakha
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Since every thought is a seed, I am looking forward to a delicious harvest.