When days are heavy, tough and dry
I turn to thee - my little heaven;
Thy wealth bedazzles me
My spirit dances with glee.
Thy tender grass kissing my feet,
Sunflowers tossing their heads
in the cool summer breeze,
The birds returning home together,
The sky changing its magnificent color.
It’s then I wonder how lucky I am
To have thee so near me;
If happiness is the gift of God
You give this gift to me.
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beautiful... (that's the only word) :)
and nice change in background too...
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