The Wonder of Exploration
Shall I go to the river today?
Oh how quiet it may be.
It is so new in the timing of May.
To see new sights that I have never seen.
I often overlook the amazement of it all.
The trees as they are full of wonder and maze.
Through this beauty I may forever fall.
I splendor the moment that I can gaze.
So long as I can sit under the trees
And wish the night away.
As long as I am further at ease
And able to surely pray.
I will take this blessing one by one
To see the life I had once begun.
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