I need to be in solitude
To watch the flying birds
And during setting of the spring
How they in flocks move skywards
I need to sit in silence
To hear the sweet sound
Of the stream as it moves on
Cutting the stones and hard ground
I need time for myself
To sit in silence and pray
To Him who makes the world
Move and lets me see a fresh day
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