As I gaze upon the mountains
And the plains upon which
The sun throws its rays.
I listen to the breeze singing
Its songs through the branches.
I inhale the fragrance of the flowers,
The scents of lilacs in the air,
My mind is free to follow
Every direction welcomed there.
A humble soul that sees
And contemplates reverently
The joys and sorrows of
Every breath of the wandering wind.
As my thoughts vanish like vapor
Into the air, I seek the taste of love,
I see You standing there.
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