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Leaves have fallen and blown away in the wind
while rains from April cling to the blades of grasses
Gravitated to the damp soil upon the earth
Where Adam gave Eve a rib
Collected by God's finger touching the human race
It is now warm
Warmer than the dewy goodness that makes
the sweet smell of flowers to permeate
through silken clouds
Nights become crisp welcomed by
Starry galaxies intertwined with the Heavens
which has escape to only those which welcome it.
It is beautiful
The goodness of which miracles are seen
through beauty and the eye of which beholds its perceptions
Constant reminders of the amazement beyond
Where God's earth becomes the stillness of
one's soul that is calm.

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