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Under Skies of Blue
By: Tracey Criswell Wilson The birds take flight in the softness of light, brought by the morning sun nature's beauty has begun. Trees spreading their branches wide, bushes swaying side by side. Flowers dance in the ground to the Earth's rythmic sound. Life awakes for another day, scenes as beautiful, as from a play. Many secrets the Universe holds, the answer I seek, but am never told. And from all around, flows so much love. Which can only shine down from up above. I stand in awe, as I take in the view, such beauty, from under skies of blue.
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