Sometimes she saw raindrops, and she wondered at how peaceful they seemed to be - dripping down window panes, like

the trickle of crystal tears. Sometimes she saw flowers, and she pondered about how carefree they could be - waving their

stalks along; swayed by the wind, bent and drooping by the rain, dry and shrivelled by the sun. Sometimes she looked

at the mountains, and considered their small beginnings of rock and grass - now, so tall and majestic, towering over

plains and valleys.

She sat there and wondered at the beauty of all creation, and wondered at the expansive creativity of the One that

made it all. She wondered at the world, the earth and all that is in it, glistening seas & radiant skies, the incandescent moon

and the beaming sun. 7 bilion people in this world, each individually crafted, each with their own personalities and idiosyncrasies.

7 bilion people in this world, and she was one of them.