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All of nature sings in poems.
The meadowlark
serenading the forest
is poetry.
The gentle sway of trees
in the wind
is poetry.
The babbling brook
flowing down the mountain
is poetry.
And you too, Oh man,
Oh woman,
the sway of your hips
when you walk
is poetry.
The smile in your eyes
beaming out your soul
is poetry.
The touch of your hand
reaching out to comfort
is poetry.
The words on your lips
speaking kindness
is poetry.
God's poem is you!
You are God’s poetry,
God's ultimate creation,
a symphony in motion
a sweet melody of
muscle, bone, spirit and heart.
Blessed are you, Oh man,
Oh woman.
Gods smiles on you every second.
Feel your inner poetry,
your inner grace, your inner beauty
marvel in yourself.
You are one with the All.
Blessed are You.
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