Saturday, August 16, 2008
Nature's Feast
In the splendor of an adorning light, trellised praise rises in floral scent. There is slumber no more from the firmament, the fields, the brooks, and rivers winding with no eyes to see. An anthem resounds from mossy boughs, glens rejoice in green communion. The siren calls from waters deep, rain...
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