With each twig bending and breaking and nourished to the earth,
There lies a seed of life of new beginning and promised birth.
And though the seasons change and days grow dim,
There's hope for rich full soil and plenty within.
The sun gleams its rays to polish the earth a new,
To feed life into the ground working hard all year through.
I awaken in the mornings hush,
And look out my window to see.
That God has blessed this earth many times over,
To bear food for you and me.
And though the seasons change and the years may fly,
The earth will never stop producing its wonders and miracles,
for you and I.
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