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Just a simple poem that describes how one can feel so thankful when living in a beautiful creation.

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Beautiful World

Soaring through the skies, a little bird takes flight

Across her homeland grows the flowers and grass

Like Monet paintings in the beautiful fading light

As the sun sets upon the water, being still as glass

Though the meadows and mountains flies the bird

She sees what the good Lord created and it’s good

Where there can be music without saying any word

And there can be stories in the forever silent wood