Dancing within the colors of white washed blue, bright is thy beauty that hath formed within the elegance of natures soul bound song. Graced with royal purple and blessed is thy fire with sun-light's golden hue, are thy soul's connected due to thy painter's view.
Creature's that fly between the colors of the sky, weightless are thy feathers clustered within thy wings. Colored with thy fine elegance and nature's un-foreseen beauty, as birds grace thy heavens with utter tranquility. Gliding patiently above thy bright green fields, high within the heavens made to observe thy creations.
Sound's so purely made, as thy instruments molded to fit each majestic creature's form. Music to thy ears, that hath once heard no sound but now hath been graced with nature's hidden musical. Whisper's of the past and present are clustered within the sound's of rain-drops gracing thy earth, quenching thy long lasting plague of waterless insanity. Leaves dancing among the trees as the sound of growth and greenery becomes thee, critters blessing the earth with footsteps of curiosity and the need for survival.
And thy pleasing aroma of due-drops upon thy leaves within thy fresh winter morning, as thy rain hath washed thy sins of earths past away, blessing thee with a new opportunity.
Profound and majestic are thy works of intent and beauty, painted and created to form tranquil bound performances. Blessed are thee with ears to hear, for the pure sound of birds tranquil banter among the forestry.
In truth, thus beauty hath been expressed, through thy harmonized musical entry.
Indeed, birds are thy souls pet for eternity.
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