* Gods Beauty
Birds singing their joyous songs in early morn.
The gentle breeze cool, damp from the night.
Sun starting to rise up lighting the sky.
Life awaking from it's night slumber.
All's quiet for the moment, but shortly there
will be sounds of engines starting up, people rushing off.
To work, school or where ever they need to be.
Soon the sounds of children everywhere echoes through the
early morn, laughing, screaming, running, playing.
Music to my ears the sounds of God beauty everywhere.
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