Everytime I look up to this sky,
This teal blue roof over my head,
Sinks me into a feeling of existence,
That presence of someone who knows everything evident and hidden,
This rustling of leaves,
Leaves me with a song so pure,
As if today is the days for all the blossoms to bloom,
Surreal magic chimes in the whisper of the wind,
Birds chirping around my tiny feet,
That flawless dive of birds,
That perfect sync in their murmuration,
Its as if the whole world came to celebrate,
The love of a believer.
This teal blue roof over my head,
Sinks me into a feeling of existence,
That presence of someone who knows everything evident and hidden,
This rustling of leaves,
Leaves me with a song so pure,
As if today is the days for all the blossoms to bloom,
Surreal magic chimes in the whisper of the wind,
Birds chirping around my tiny feet,
That flawless dive of birds,
That perfect sync in their murmuration,
Its as if the whole world came to celebrate,
The love of a believer.
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