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A POEM ABOUT THE THINGS THAT MAKE UP THE WORLD |
| I thought as the wind brushed across my face Of the things that make up this world These things of time These things of space I wonder what it all means The drifting of a cloud The color of the lands Browns and tans and yellows and greens I feel so small in the midst of things all around The endless skies The rolling hills My heart fills with the warmth of life’s sound In the center of God's work I can do nothing but admire The blazing sun Rivers so deep Miracles of sleep,ice and fire If it wasn’t for Heaven I would wish for it to never end The precious moments The good times This world full of rhymes and laughter of a close friend |