I see a world with yellow clouds,
the mist upon my eyes,
mountains so vast and tall,
they nearly touch the skies.
I see children's faces smiling,
as I walk down cobbled streets,
and hear the songs they whisper,
while they skip on tiny feet.
I look up as the sun sets,
day passes onto nigh,
and a thousand colorful candles,
burn brightly in the sky.
I see an angel smiling,
though I do not see her face,
the blossoms on a fruit tree,
hold her beauty and her grace.
I feel soft winds, the splash of rain,
the snowdrop painted white.
I feel such awe as I catch the moon,
and my mind absorbs the light.
Soft upon my fingers,
dew drops trickle from a flower.
I thank you God, for all these things:
the joy, the sight, the power.
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