As the sun light falls
Upon tiny buds
They bloom into beautiful flowers
The birds and butterflies
Rush to it and play in
The morning hours
I watch them all
And feel happy that
I am alive and kicking
My heart seeks blessings
From Him who from
Heaven always watching
I wish I would
Wake up to the sound of
The stream next day
To watch the dew drops shining
And playful squirrels
Dancing upon stacks of hay
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