Give Thanks
Mountains rushing towards the heavens
Grass so green it hurts your eyes
When the sun breaks through to light it
From the grey cloud covered sky
Sandy beaches free from clutter
Waiting at the mountains feet
Shifting with the waves that wash them
To yet some other mountain meet
See the rushes as they grow now
At the bottom of the hill
Hear the brook a gently bubbling
Always running never still
Smell the mountain air so sweet
On the breeze as it is blown
Into every crack and crevice
Through the trees now hear it moan
Watch the stars light up the heavens
Like a million fairy lights
Hear the thunder as it booms out
Making us to cuddle tight
Now give thanks unto your Maker
For this land beauteous to see
And thanks for having all our senses
To let us all this beauty see
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