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Gods creations rare
 
As I come fully awake to look out of my window
Seeing all of his creation in all of its splendor
I realize that the rain still is falling slowly down
I view the beauty of Gods creation sifting round
I hear the songs of the birds, beautiful the song
The birds gather, feed the young, to move all along
Hummingbirds flit, hover in the air, not even a care
Life flows, neer impose, drop of sunshine so very rare
I so look forward to hear the sounds of morning
Flowers rare in bloom, soft the sound of rain falling

Just for the love of it

By olderandbolder

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This Poem is part of a Challenge: - The JUST FOR THE LOVE OF IT Challenge-read page for rules and info (challenge has been closed)


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This Poem is part of a Challenge: - The JUST FOR THE LOVE OF IT Challenge-read page for rules and info (challenge has been closed)


This Poem is part of a Challenge: - The JUST FOR THE LOVE OF IT Challenge-read page for rules and info (challenge has been closed)


This Poem is part of a Challenge: - The JUST FOR THE LOVE OF IT Challenge-read page for rules and info (challenge has been closed)


This Poem is part of a Challenge: - The JUST FOR THE LOVE OF IT Challenge-read page for rules and info (challenge has been closed)


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