i sit
upon a chair
under a tree
surrounded
by blooming
dahlias
i like the silence
of the shrubs
the coolness of
the wind
in my solitude
a bird
hovers upon a
twig
and sings a song
i guess it is
for me
i guess
God has sent it
for me
i think of
nothing but
God's love
in serenity
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