One day I knew,
That creation had a reason,
To be there,
Though my thoughts were,
Scattered and few.
It seemed creation,
Knew what it was like.
It knew what we were like,
It was beautiful.
The evening birds,
In a V configuration,
Told me it was beautiful,
Flying over the soft landscape.
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