Before eyes so blurred, behold the beauty
no other can gaze upon, wonders so
magnificent no words have the power to
express.

Treasures of vastness, beauty, nature
in it's splendor, appears so still among
years of growth, what happened through
centuries when Indians roamed this
mighty land I wonder!

History born without notice among this
land so thick with wonder, sit and listen
to sounds of nature, music not forgotten
new sounds, new life, new treasures no
other can make so complete...

Glory is each moment spent with life's
mysteries, many thoughts, much peace
comes from a heart so sensitive to
Mother Nature, God was certainly good
to her and mankind.




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