Beautiful are the flowers
In a field on a summer day.
Beautiful are butterflies
Flying high and far away.
Beautiful is the child
That wears a smile and gives embrace.
Beautiful is the sky
When no clouds obstruct its view.
Beautiful is a meadow
As the sun reflects its dew.
Beautiful he calls me
And my heart smiles and my soul is renewed.
Please tell me what you think
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I Loved This....
Beautiful is the sky
When no clouds obstruct its view.
Beautiful is a meadow
As the sun reflects its dew.
Beautiful he calls me
Outstanding,
Ephiphany

