Poetry

1. ITS BIZZARE BUT TRUE
The Omnipotently blazing Sun never ever complained an infinitesimal trifle;
even as it indefatigably enlightened and dazzled livid earth all sweltering day,
And you fecklessly nonchalant human had all the guts on this planet to
discordantly groan; saying that the shine was a fraction too much for your
sanctimonious bones to handle; although you were being pricelessly blessed.
The blissfully undulating sea never ever complained an inconspicuous trifle;
even as it relentlessly deluged every quarter of traumatized earth;
with reinvigoratingly tangy froth,
And you dastardly lackadaisical human had all the guts on this planet to
cacophonically lament; saying that the exuberance was a fraction too much for
your withering visage to handle; although you were being unfathomably blessed.
The bountifully iridescent forests never ever complained a diminutive speck;
even as they tirelessly perpetuated the fabric of this dolorous cosmos; with
beautifully unprecedented mysticism,
And you jaggedly abraded human had all the guts on this planet to sadistically
fume; saying that the enchantment was a fraction too much for your beleaguered
eyes to handle; although you were being limitlessly blessed.
The triumphantly crimson clouds never ever complained an ethereal inch; even
as they enriched every drearily lambasted cranny of this earth with majestically
sparkling rain,
And you sordidly irascible human had all the guts on this planet to nonchalantly
slander; saying that the rhapsody was a fraction too much for your stupidly
trembling skin to handle; although you were being indomitably blessed.
The indefatigably unconquerable mountains never ever complained an
evanescent bit; even as they irrevocably illuminated the complexion of every
coward on this fathomless earth; with invincibly astronomical courage,
And you meaninglessly rigid human had all the guts on this planet to
lugubriously insult; saying that the strength was a fraction too much for your
nimble arms to handle; although you were being inimitably blessed.
The pristinely impeccable leaves never ever complained an ephemeral voice;
even as they boundlessly permeated the sullen atmosphere of earth; with
unsurpassably jubilant euphoria,
And you uselessly manipulative human had all the guts on this planet to
scorchingly scorn; saying that the celebration was a fraction too much for your
perfidious senses to handle; although you were being heavenly blessed.

2. The celestially opalescent stars never ever complained a fugitive fragment; even
as they inexhaustibly adorned the cushion of this atrociously blackened earth;
with ebulliently twinkling shimmer and shine,
And you mercilessly marauding human had all the guts on this planet to
vengefully rue; saying that the glitter was a fraction too much for your
delinquent countenance to handle; although you were being gloriously blessed.
The perpetually throbbing heart never ever complained even a mercurial grain;
even as it unstoppably blessed the aridly acrimonious landscapes of this earth;
with incomprehensibly unending love,
And you belligerently venomous human had all the guts on this planet to gorily
wail; saying that the beats were a fraction too much for your profane silhouette
to handle; although you were divinely blessed.
And the Omnisciently impregnable Creator never ever complained even a
parsimonious shadow; even as he timelessly spawned mellifluously unflinching
life on this gigantically mystical earth,
And you acridly abhorrent human had all the guts on this planet to remorsefully
oppose; saying that the breath was a fraction too much for your licentious
form to handle; although you were being royally blessed.