God breathes………….and a lawn of perfect green,
Is dotted suddenly with yellow flowers.
God breathes…………and the mountain tops
Are glistening, frosted with white powder.
God breathes…………and a endless blue sky,
Is brushed with the softness of white clouds.
God breathes…………and a being, created perfectly in His image,
Becomes a woman.
When God breathes
Perfection is altered in a way,
That somehow makes its beauty richer,
And more pleasing,
Than it already was.
Only God’s breath,
Can make perfection,
More perfect.
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