As trees are softly blowing
You hear in your heart flowing
Whispers, of many centuries going
With loving thoughts in your soul growing
Brilliant light in your mind sowing
With dreams in your life glowing...
Love that leads us always knowing
For someone care always showing...
We see a road before us
We wonder where it may lead
As we decide to plant a seed
And for this journey we heed
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