The ocean all around me
The morning wind touching my face
The shade from the willow tree
My secret hiding place
The green grass brushing my legs
The shapes in a cloud
The chicken's morning eggs
The field after it's been plowed
The burning noon sun
The fresh-cut wood
When Autumn has just begun
The constellations I never understood
The beauty of Earth
And everything it's worth
The morning wind touching my face
The shade from the willow tree
My secret hiding place
The green grass brushing my legs
The shapes in a cloud
The chicken's morning eggs
The field after it's been plowed
The burning noon sun
The fresh-cut wood
When Autumn has just begun
The constellations I never understood
The beauty of Earth
And everything it's worth
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