Simple things of life, mystify me;
the coming of fruit on a barren tree.
The brilliant stars that shine at night,
suspended in air; a gift of Gods might.
How butterflys know, what path to take;
birds fly South with no mistake.
Brooks and streams, smart, they flow;
rivers to oceans - high tide and low.
Oh, the wonders of this beautifull place,
moving in motion, by God given Grace.
The snow and the rain, blessing the earth;
giving life to each creature, begining its birth.
Oh the simple things of life, one can see;
'Cause the spirit of Love dwells in thee!
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