things are there in the open field
the greenest grass, the reddest rose,
the bluest sky, the brownest earth,
the coolest wind, the clearest brook,
the purest wings of the whitest of birds,
the tallest mountain, the rollerest of all hills,
the featherest cloud, the sunniest sun,
the moonest of all moons, the starriest stars,
look at them closely, feel them all,
hear what they are all telling you,
embrace them all, and they will embrace you too.
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