ocean and oceans of fields gone green and long
billows and billows of buttery fluffy unbearably huggable clouds
so soft and cool to the touch and warm and electric the next
the sun so calm and loving there up in his sky so lovely and blue and
waiting for You
the grass ripples in waves and carries you out to the airy sea
a brush on your skin of feathery fresh blade
verdant with life and stretching forth breath
my father, He is there
and he sees me
He, open armed stands up there, awaiting his precious child
and mother waits and waits and writes me
letters to teach me to show me how
the wonders of my dreams come through
how whole I'll become, how much They love me how dearly They care
if i hadn't noticed it, I'm seeing it now, everywhere
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