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Woven by nature
Amidst the bounties of nature
Lies a place for the heart so pure
On the hill the grass feels the care
On the trees the birds we can hear
Along the creek the sweet spring flows
Across the field the soft wind blows
Over the plain the sun is bright
The golden grains reflect the light
Flowers in bloom diffuse their scent
That life can be as it was sent
On the ground they all weave a home
Standing still in the years to come
It nourishes the mind and soul
Like how the rain quenches the soil
Let a pure heart grow in this kind
Truth and bliss are what he shall find
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