A speck of green
Shows the touch is here
Vivid colors and fresh wind
Nature's hand is here,
An optimism of looks
Show growth all around
Love where you are
Peaceful thoughts are found,
A step in the direction
That comes closer
To the eternity of man
Is a poster,
Showing a priest
Struck by lightning
Crossing nature
By ultimately sinning,
This is the way
To see a wordless song
You feel the meaning
By grounds bleeding.
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