A poem on miracles

A question in my mind, How can someone not believe in miracles?
Its late at night and i think about it all the time,
How can someone not believe in miracles?
When they live on a rock floating in the middle of nowhere,
When they stay alive because of something complicated called air,
When they drink something called water to stay alive,
When they work according to something miraculous called time,
When they follow a routine everyday,
When they live according to their own ways,
To wake up, they sleep,
For being sad, they weep,
For winds, they walk,
For conversations, They talk,
For knowledge, they read,
Their cats, they feed,
For purity, they clean,
For support, they lean,
For emotions, they write,
For hatred, they bite,
To laugh, they play,
For love, They stay,
To let go, they run,
To be happy, they have fun,
Tell me again, how can someone not believe in miracles?
Isnt this average life miraculous in itself?
Tell me again, How can someone not believe in miracles?

- Not mine but wanted to share <3