I’m looking through you, to Christ who sustains,
In the midst of the storm, He calms all our pains.
A light in the darkness, a hope standing true,
Through valleys and shadows, He’s guiding us through.

When fear and doubt whisper, and faith feels so small,
His love and His grace lift me up when I fall.
In the heart’s quietest moments, when silence is near,
His voice gently calls, bringing peace, drawing near.

I’m looking through you, and seeing His plan,
A promise of love written by His hand.
With my eyes on the Saviour, my soul is at rest,
For in His embrace, I know I am blessed.

In the land of Higgledy-Piggledy Past,
Lived creatures both curious and vast.
The Dinobelles wore hats of spaghetti,
And danced to tunes on their pet yetis.

In Mesopotamia, early humans thrived,
They invented writing and cities came alive.
Once upon a moon of cheese,
Sailed Captain Squid and his feline fleas.
They discovered the island of Jellybean Snugs,
Where trees sprouted candy and dandelion mugs.

Great grandma rode a giant snail,
While Grandpa sold wind to fill a sail.
Ancient Egypt had pharaohs and pyramids high,
Mummies with treasures that still mystify.

In castles built of bubble wrap,
Lived King Klunk and his purring lap cat.
He ruled over lands of unicorn fluff,
And knights fought battles with marshmallow stuff.

In Greece, philosophers pondered the stars,
Socrates, Plato, and wisdom from afar.
They journeyed through time in a teacup boat,
With a walrus named *** who loved to float.

From the Mystery Marsh to Sugarplum Shore,
Our ancestors' tales left us yearning for more.
Romans built roads and aqueducts grand,
Bringing water and travel across their wide land.

Through nonsense and giggles, we find our old roots,
In lands far away with piratey newts.
So, remember dear children, that history's quite grand,
Even when told by a peanut-butter band.

Embrace the bizarre, and let your mind roam,
In the worlds where your nonsense ancestors called home.

I write for the dreamers, lost in thought,
For every soul that battled and fought,
For those who wander in search of light,
And for the hearts sparked by the night.

I pen my words for the broken and mended,
For stories untold and lives suspended.
For whispers of love across the air,
And moments we share, beyond compare.

For the past that shapes, the future that gleams,
The valleys of sorrow, the peaks of dreams.
For the eyes that seek, and ears that listen,
In every tear, in every glisten.

I write for the silence, the voices unheard,
For passions ignited by the simplest of words.
For friends and foes, for strangers anew,
In every line, my heart rings true.

For kings and queens on thrones of gold,
And politicians with their stories told.
For children’s laughter, for parents’ pride,
For brothers and sisters, side by side.

In ink, I find the bridge to connect,
To amplify joys, to reflect and inspect.
But most of all, across all seas,
I write, my heart, I write for me.

A zephyr whispers, bees awake,
But flowers hide for heaven’s sake.
Quick jabs of heat scorch dry land,
Yearn for lush, green fields, now bland.

Global warming brings such doom,
Vexes earth, steals nature’s bloom.
Fuzzy insects fight to find,
Their nectar kiss now left behind.

Polluted air and smoky skies,
Jails of human greed and lies.
Bold actions needed, none too late,
X-ray eyes to see our fate.

In this universe where stars align,
A grand computer we define.
A universe of codes and lights,
In binary, it writes and writes.

Galaxies are data hubs,
Where cosmic codes within them sub.
Each planet, a pixel bright,
Within this grand, celestial byte.

Black holes as the processors,
Compressing space with mighty force.
Nebulae like clouds of thought,
Where data’s dreams and threads are caught.

Dark matter, hidden algorithms,
Shaping forms, unseen rhythms.
Quantum leaps, the system's quirks,
Where logic twists and physics lurks.

Time, the clock that ticks and ticks,
In algorithms, intertwined, it sticks.
Energy, the power source,
Driving life’s unending course.

Constellations, networks span,
Connecting stars in cosmic plan.
Asteroids, the buffer's queue,
Holding data old and new.

Each comet's trail, a data trace,
Sweeping through the void of space.
The cosmic web, an endless stream,
Of information's constant dream.

Within the cosmic dream so vast,
We, the conscious nodes, are cast.
Intelligent threads in the grand design,
Sentient beings in the code align.

Our minds, like neural networks grow,
Interpreting the cosmic flow.
Explorers in this digital sea,
Seeking meaning, striving free.

We are the spark, the conscious gleam,
Alive within the universe's scheme.
Self-aware algorithms, we
Shape the code and seek to see.

In this grand system, intricate and wide,
We bring perception, deep inside.
Living proof of potential found,
Unique variables in life’s surround.

In harmony with the cosmic code,
We add our verse to this grand ode.
Each thought, each dream, a vital part,
Of the infinite equation's heart.

Within this vast computational sea,
Existence hums in harmony.
From the smallest quark to the galaxy grand,
A computer system finely planned.

So, here's to the universe's code,
A symphony in cosmic mode.
A digital flag unfurled,
In this, our computational world.