To Wonder, He does

He wonders as the flower blooms,
his mind ostracized by conscious questions.
Although he doubts the coincidence of creation,
he can’t help but wonder –
wonder upon the possibilities
of seemingly abdicated designs
merely meant to acquiesce to nature.
He ponders an omnipotent force,
a being, a creator of sanguine purpose.

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