103

004

034

 

Woven in harmonies through natures’ eyes

Reaching like giving hands from the earth to the sky

Do they not wonder?  Do they not ask why?

In the language of a quiet wisdom our follies can’t buy

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069

 

 

 

 

 

 

049

019

 

Along the shores of whisper creek

Of waters ancient wistful deep

Beneath the trees as nature sleeps

Lives the silence that softly speaks

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