As the sun risesand the moon fades away
The clouds start their Journey
their eyes are astray
The insects awaken
to the sound of the birds
The animals Roam the earth
in all different herds
The smell of the plants
the breathe of the trees
Linguers across the land easily
This is the beautiness
that we live upon
The air that we breathe
The land that we're on
Gorgeous Grace
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