The beauty of the sky
The beauty of the sky, a lake of blue
to own a piece of this glory beyond.
God's creation gathered round He knows who,
on the eve of the beginning he dawned.
A forest of majestic green wonder
within, it contains a wonderous find
better than a pirates buried plunder,
a peace above tranquility of mind.
Eloquent sun shining on earth galore,
a bright day, brilliantly glowing outside.
We creatures here below do so adore
under this magnificence we abide.
Our very exsistence depends on Him
without the presence we begin to dim
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