As the sun riseth over green hills of Earth,
(As a soprano sweetly kissing a note),
God's Creation doth reveal itself
In its purest form , a Vineyard of Life,
Unspoilt and fertile,
Beautiful in its nature and
Natural in its beauty
An organism unto itself
It may well be
The Face of God.
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