Ever wonder what miracles actually mean?
Is it a life that is sustained on the air that we breathe?

In this universe, every being seems so different.
You can’t judge one by another.

There are different paths that lead to different players;
From which one is you and me, the writer.

Some may seem strong and some may be weak,
But you never know who will win.

Some may get appreciated and some may be mocked at,
But what difference does that make to our passion that’s so immense.

There’s a miracle happening every now and then,
Even when I am writing on this plain;
Some worm is turning into a beautiful butterfly,
Or it’s a life that’s created by a single cell type.

The day that turns into night,
The hope sparks a bright light,
Where love triumphs the hardships,
And the hate destroys all that is good.

When things seem to be very pessimistic,
God leads us to be optimistic.

There exist universal energies that pull us,
From dark to light;
Towards the resource which we are destined.