You know what makes
the earth move,
streams flow,
and fires blow?

Truth be told,
what keeps glaciers cold,
makes mountains fold,
turns soil to gold?

What makes crickets sing,
fireflies bling,
and temple bells ring.

And who makes nights fall,
trees tall,
birds call?

What breaks dawn
and does spawn
a million flowers 
at early hours;
Who showers
silver rains
on golden grains?

What creates island chains,
Aur’al curtains,
northern lights,
and dizzy heights?

What is it 
that bit by bit 
makes grass grow 
turns dew to snow,
keeps oceans blue 
and promises true?

Is it, my beloved, 
the moon in your hair,
the stars in your eyes
or the sun,
at your feet?

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