God As Tailor /Cutting From Patterns or "all's right with the world"

 *Silken thread rectangles whorled in a circle between a tree crotch, traveled across by eight-legged arachnids

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*Octagon crystals from raindrops, never one the same, lasting only a single moment in time, their beauty melted and lost

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*Azure blue petals circling in single layer around shimmering sepals, the chicory flowers hugs close to their tall stems growing through cracks and beside unraveled paths

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*Vast hues of green appear outside my forest home, turning into fully leaved homes for creatures, trailed by brilliant reds and yellows and finally falling to the ground only to fade and be covered by white, then again and again and again

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*The droplets fall, the clouds race away across the sky, the pools and puddles remain, but soon gone too.    The droplets fall, the clouds away  across ...................                   

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*A single cell, embedded in a protective tissue, forms a blastosphere, continuing its division, each cell differentiating into new parts until a new creation of our Earth begins its cycle, its pattern in time and space, its journey from dust to dust

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