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MAN'S EXIST'N I smelled the fresh cedars, and I stopped silent to listen, where the white birch stood tall, near a red pine's soft whisper'n. Where better a place for a man's exist'n, with morning dew, still all a'glisten'n? I watched a pair of loons swimming, across the tiny mirrored lake, glidding so smoothly, leaving a single trailing wake. Where better a place for a man's exist'n, than in this piece of heaven, to partake? I walked on through the hardwoods, catching a fragrance of acorns and oaks, hearing morning birds sing of the beauty a waking sunrise invokes. Where better a place for a man's exist'n, than with nature's fine-feathered folks? How can a man become ungrateful, be unhappy or even lonely, with so much wildlife around to keep as peaceful company? Where better a place for a man's exist'n, with natural beauty, so wild and free? I guess it really didn't matter to me, as long as I'm here, watch'n and listen'n, to cheerful songbirds peaceful whistl'n, hearing rustl'n leaves softly whisper'n. No better a place at least, for one man's exist'n, with God's paintbrush, still all a'glisten'n. |
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