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
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.
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.
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