The massive mountain, the rooted tree
shaking her cymbals, clicking castanets
the vines, row after row after row
gardens of white roses, acorns, lavender,
green grass, blue sky, crisp air, cozy sunlight
makes me want to fall down and worship You
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To see things and to read words is human; but to feel and truly understand it all, is divine. - CLINTON WITTSTOCK
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