Joy in the melody of the sparrow’s song,

I sit in wonderment at the skies varied palette.

As though an observer, I feel I don’t belong,

Second fiddle in this heavenly ballad.

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Yet my premise is false, I am part the story,

Woven into the fabric of our universe.

Sharing in its pain and relishing in its glory,

Though my time is for certain most terse.

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Revealing in it’s beauty, I’m astonished by the day,

How perfection could have happen by chance.

A Universal Spirit must surely have had it’s way,

In this earthly and spiritual fire dance.

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With each passing day, O’ how little I know,

Though I wouldn’t miss the chance to see the show.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~