I connect with source
As I look outside my window
Through the maroon maple
Spring has thickened
And it's getting harder to see
Hear, feel and touch
But God i know you as such
Ever moving
Ever showing
Ever shinning
Your way into my house
You show yourself to me
As it should be
Always was
And always will be
Shinning still
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