Along the River of Life I walk,
Clear, green waters sing softly,
Admiring their own reflection,
Yet within them, I too am seen—
Singing the hymn of creation.
I watch the birds, soaring in glory,
Wings spread wide in celestial flight.
In their ascent, I rise as well,
To slip the surly bonds of the earth.
I look up to the vast blue sky,
Where pure white clouds gently sail,
Drifting as if guided by unseen hands.
How could I not be part of this—
This endless dance of earth and air?
How could I enjoy more fully,
This sacred rhythm of life's grace?
In the river's mirror, I see it all—
The trees, the birds, the endless sky,
Their love songs blending with my soul,
Our melodies merging into one.
Together we form a hymn of light,
A symphony of creation's music.
No longer do I stand apart;
I am the song, the light, the love,
That binds all being in its embrace.
MyKoul
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