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I sprouted from the magic that no one knows about. From the day I was conceive I have been as giving as a tree. With roots reaching deep, into rich, nurturing soil, & glorious leaves, that nothing can survive without. I am what makes breathing easy. It was I who gave language to every culture And the charm that let's you translates between them. I am the tiny pause in between words, and the tone making you understand. I understand the importance of communication. For I am the one who gives. I gave this whole planet what it needs to survive. From the sparkle of light upon the great lakes, and rushing water of Niagara falls. The sand dunes of Egypt, and the rocky mountains of America. I cause the colors painted upon your sky that the birds sing about every morning. I conjure up hurricanes Push winds Spin tornados Open flowers. I can do just about anything you can imagine With a single spark of thought. I am the good times and the bad. The smile and the laughs. The screams in your cries. I create your pain and your pleasure. Calling upon your karma, serving you lessons. I am greater than you. I am greater than this planet. In fact I am greater than your sun. I am the vastness of the universe that is beyond your comprehension. The stars you see in the blanket of your night sky, they come from me. They are me. I am the essence of your soul. I am something you will never see. You cannot reach me. You can only subtly feel me I am the light that makes you believe that everything will be alright. Just like the moon in the dark abyss of space, Lighting up your life. No one here knows my pure Truth. They search, and search always thinking they have a clue. Then deny others of what they believe to be true. You humans, you confuse me. I try and show you my truth, but you write it off as a coincidence. Listen to this If you want to witness my magic You must start creating, and stop destroying. Be as giving as a tree, and as altruistic as the one who created you. Stop neglecting what is here to nurture you. I gave you communication to resolve conflicts, not to create them. Take the time to pause in between your words, realize what you are giving.
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