Sometimes it’s hot; sometimes it’s cold
Eyes of the child reunites with that of old.
It flows in rivers, shines in stars,
Along with fellow time it heals the scars.
It dwells in hearts and shapes the wisdom,
Twins with eternity, a mystery of future Kingdom.
Well known throughout the history to every nation,
It’s silent features neatly woven to the pattern of creation.
Has many colors and presents itself in many different shapes.
A touch of it forever alters, fascinates.
Sometimes it falls on you and crash,
Sometimes it lifts you up to Heaven.
Friend or an enemy, a killer or a healer
One better deal with it
It’s real and it’s here.
It has its own unique degree, it’s angle crucial… oh, dear.
It scares and it soothes,
Condemns, forgives, hates, loves, agrees, or disapproves.
Makes foolish fall asleep. If you ignore it you will lose.
Divides between the Good and evil
BEHOLD THE POWER OF SILENCE CHOOSE
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