On a bench, under a tree,
A song to sing,
A dream to dream.
Children's voices in the park,
A chirp, a peep, a baby lark.
Hovering above
Hopping below,
Life is full,
Where true love flows.
The air is still,
Thoughts even stiller,
A dead leaf falls,
And breaks the silence.
Hills dipping,
Hills rising,
The greenery constantly changes.
I think of You my Lord.
A love so true,
Forever flowing,
Through and through.
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