Tiny are they, smaller than my vision
Smaller than your projects, or even dreams
Most forgotten than thought of
yet they contain miracles in the making.
Like drops from a passing rain cloud
Like breeze on a dry and sandy desert
it keeps coming, powered for miracles
soothing and tender, as are noticed.
People come and go, so too moments
Events happen and end, so too relations
Dreams flicker and die, often unrealized
but some remain, changing images.
It could be so small and insignificant
It could be not even worth the name
but when it comes, it evokes
Provokes, Reacts and it appears
in Miracles, small and great,
every single day.
Miracles they appear, in molecules and atom
Miracles, they do happen, today and always.
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