The Nest

A bird makes a nest
string, feather, straw
woven with care.
He uses only his beak
no arms or hands
to help his task.
How does he do it
we always ask?

The wonders of nature
are everywhere to see
and fields
in oceans and fields
with honey bees.

Today I will pay attention
to what our Creator has made.
Life is full of miracles
from cradle to the grave.

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