"Circles"
Behold the twilight sweetly singing lark
nestled in the tree branches far above.
Her lilting song strikes in the heart a spark,
and illuminates the world with love.
Behold the grass green growing in the field,
living its life to die and die again.
As it waves it creates a verdant shield
and inspires the poet's longing pen.
Behold the brilliant cerulean sky,
the calming whisper of the ocean blue.
Open your heart's doors, own your wings to fly,
create the sun to rise for only you.
Embrace, extol the beauty of the Earth,
where everything that falls returns to birth.
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