I sit silently in my garden,
the early morning sun
melts the grasses' dew,
and over on the wooded hill,
the birds greet the day
with their magnificent songs.
The low hum of a bee
mutes, as it settles on
a wild flower
by my feet.
God has surely done
his best, working
hand in hand
with nature.
I watch the wisps of a few
milk white clouds
roaming the empty skies,
and realise,
I have never felt
as alone, as I do now,
without really knowing
why.
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