Verdant blood is now
Pulsating through summer's veins.
The trees and the leaves
And the flowers are bursting
With colour and life.
Dark days are behind
Us. For plagued pathways have been
Purified. And now
Creation's warm light nurtures
All things, great and small
And blesses them. For the things
Of this world are like
Eden's lost, frightened creatures.
After our exile,
We will return to His Grace.
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