I see life in the wings of birds
And hope in the smile of flowers
I see beauty in the humming of bees
In the flitting butterflies over the bowers
I see life in pearly raindrops
In their glow as they fall down
And beauty in the morning dew as
They shine on grasses like little crowns
I see life in the silver clouds
Beauty in the cerulean blue sky
I sing for the sweetness of streams
And for comely village girls feeling shy
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