My Land of Miracles

 


Standing in the middle of my land,  
Looking around like an owl,  
To turn about and see,  
Mountains near thee.

How precious is my land,  
For now I overstand,  
Bringing about fruit, love, and cherries,  
My, I have some miraculous stories.

The earth beneath speaking love to me,  
Whispering secrets inviting eternity,  
As I walk, my steps align,  
My present rhythm living life, so pure, divine.

 I thrive,  nourishing love, fully alive.

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This chapter captures my grateful land and the wisdom gained from its beauty. How does it resonate with your vision?


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