VOLTAIRE
[1694-1778]
Francoise Marie Arouet
A French philosopher of The Middle Ages

" It is to him who understands the universe,
not to those who disfigure it,
that we owe our reverence."

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"If GOD did not exist,
He would have to be invented."
But all nature cries aloud that He does exist:
that there is a supreme intelligence,
an immense power, an admirable order
and everything teaches us our own dependence on it.

When Dewdrops Bid Goodbye TO OUR IMMORTALITY IN THE HANDS OF OUR CREATOR I fall to the ground from thick tendrils of vapor in the air, wanting to replenish many lives like soft gentle rain. During dawn, I look like droplets of little immaculate pearls. During the sun’s light rays, I look like grains of emeralds beaded in a chain. During the sun’s bright rays, I seem to perish in the air, yet I don’t. Deeper I go to the ground to nourish many lives until its thirst is quenched. Dewdrops are like mankind whose lives come from God but sometimes there are droughts in the soil of life. Dewdrops are engulfed but they perish not. It perish in our eyes, only to ascend to a higher place… A place where the twilight of man’s memory is forgotten and where bodies are transformed like light feathers in the air. The place where immortal wealth thrives. copyright@Crescenciana C. Ticzon-Bokhari,2006 The Song of Rain DEDICATED TO THE BOUNTY OF CREATIONS Sometimes I fall singing gently, sometimes I fall rushing hard and loud. I descend from the sky, I come from the clouds. When atmosphere is cold, my little drops turn to ice, I become snow like cotton that falls from a mountainous high rise. When I fall I bring water to all living things. Rivers, lakes, ponds overflow and got filled. Where did I come from? Many may ask still. I came from the ground, water that evaporates. I turn into vapor that floats in the air. I mix with dust of the earth and form clouds that look so fair. When clouds get darker as water gets bigger, rain I will become. When I am heavier than air that carries me, again, I go back to the ground as rain. Then ascend back to the clouds once more as I precipitate. An unending cycle to balance the atmosphere. Who designed me? copyright@Crescenciana C. Ticzon-Bokhari The Song of Frogs DEDICATED TO EACH PURPOSE IN EVERY CREATIONS OF G O D I am a jumping jewel of the land. I can be a barometer of weather, seasonal indicator of time. We climb to the top when it is going to rain. We jump back below, towards water when it rains. We play a role in the ecosystem of the land. We are symbols of natural balance, health of environment. When insects swarm, we control it for your welfare. We wonderfully adapt in many habitats. We have the ability to remain dormant, looking nearly like dead, then come back to active life, when environmental condition is right. We mate, we breed…a metamorphosis, from egg, tadpole to frog. We sing sweetly during rainy nights, for you hearts to hear our purpose and plights. Some toxins we produce, medicine is its use. Do not use me for food because I also have life. Who created me? copyright@Crescenciana Cruz Ticzon-Bokhari