Ecru clouds, tinged snowy white
Vying with the sun so bright
Keen to hide the azure hue
Of the bright skies peeping through
Raindrops glisten on the leaves
Swaying gently in the trees
Birds fly swiftly to and fro
Singing sweetly as they go
Flowers perfumed from above
Gently fashioned by Your love
Have their nectar gracefully
Changed to honey by the bee
Beautiful this scenery
Wonderful Your grace to me
That I might see the Artist’s hand
Upon this little piece of land
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