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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