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Thank you, Lord, for this world

that you have made;

for the glory of its spreading skies

and every leaf and tree

and bit of painted paradise,

green fields of morning mist-veiled

or dew-bejeweled,

proud trees boastful with verdant plumage,

and every leaf and flower,

harbinger of that new age

and worlds renewed.

The gift of beauty prophesies

in fields and trees and spreading skies.