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With the grass so green
And the sky so blue
And the air so clean
With all that is new
It’s hard to believe
How it all started;
Worlds were conceived
And seas were parted.
It’s the little things
That we always see;
The joy it all brings
That sets our hearts free.
Is Earth all alone
In a place so vast,
With so much unknown
And a hidden past?
There is much to find
In the stars above.
We need open minds
And a lot of love.
Someday, we will know
How we came to be.
Then we can let go
And really be free.
Copyright © PJ Scheidel | Year Posted 2022
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