What lies beyond the horizon Where oceans meet the sky
Not one has reached that meeting place
No matter that they try
What holds the moon high overhead?
I've heard that its gravity
What if her arms get tired and
She drop that moon on me?
What if the stars stop twinkling
Just quit their shining bright
How would the ships then navigate
If stars turned off their light
What if the sun just dissappeared
No longer was in sight?
Nor mortal would survive for long
Lost in eternal night
Who was the one who chose decor
Of colours that we see
The blue of sky, the gold of sun
The green of leafed out tree?
Who planned a river's journey
And why do strong winds blow
Who told each bird what song to sing
These thing we'll never know
These are the very questions that
Have always perplexed man
Only one has all the answers
Our Creator with his plans...
Soleil
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