I cannot even begin to express my joy-
sitting besides God's Majesty,
The Waterfall sings Her psalms-
devoid of Pretension or Tragedy.
And butterflies kiss the rocks below,
the cicadas sing Symphonic Beauty into my Soul.
And all precious moments do fade away,
but at least I can pray on my favorite rock-
and give thanks or God's Blessings today.
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