Water rushes from the heights of a waterfall,
Deep into a valley of the Beauty of God.
The wind rustles the trees, tallest of tall.
The water splashing due to lots of cool.
Time seems not to pass me by,
And the extravagance of nature does not hide.
Every animal and creature comes out to say hi.
It is in this very moment that I confide.
Compared to this feast of miracles,
I now realize I am small.
I am called into nature's tentacles.
And invited to have a ball.
-Bill Shakez
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