Heaven has kissed the rolling hill
the ocean waves, and desert
an earthly token of goodwill
set sparrows to sing in concert.
A gentle touch awakes the morn
in shades of pomegranate
a fragile lipping, dawn is born
through the woods and cliffs of granite.
The globes caressed and embraced
as each denizen is delighted
for death is not a rendered grace
life is heaven, all are invited.
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