Beauty is sighted everywhere they peer,
The sky so blue, so unbelieveably clear,
Trees so tall, so living, free and glad,
Butterflies fly about, wavering in triad,
Streaming is the river, spiritual and kind,
Fingers together, in love they're entwined,
Surreal is the reality, wherever we look,
In every corner, tunnel, cave and nook,
Next time such beauty is spotted and seen,
Notice its innocence, so pure and clean,
The universe created, planets fall to place,
Not known by colour, they're all the same race.
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