The piedmont basks in the glow
of yet another morning star rising.
Robins join in with a chorus of warblers,
chipmunks chase tails,
herons sift through the sand,
and the dew veil is lifted.
O My Sweet Lord,
it's great to be alive
in this sacred land.
Jul 18, 2014
Jul 18, 2014 at 6:03 AM UTC
The piedmont basks in the glow
of yet another morning star rising.
Robins join in with a chorus of warblers,
chipmunks chase tails,
herons sift through the sand,
and the dew veil is lifted.
O My Sweet Lord,
it's great to be alive
in this sacred land.
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