Comfort me like this sweet summer morning
The rust laden sorrow swept under
No lack of praise on my lips
I am full and over flowing
Gentleness has calmed my storms
Wordsworth's garden grows
Fragrance of childhood
Connections with the robins song
Trees sway in waves of the wind
My soul gleans the sun
Faith bright with hope
Joy heals my tired bones
Renewal rejoices
The rain brings a green sea
I know my family smiles at me
I wear my ancestry with pride
Neighbors are quiet flowers
The iris grows
Peonies laugh
Blossoms of ancient love
Apple groves like a choir
The song of birds
Butterflies speak like poets
Surely goodness lives
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