So pure, the petaled of Eden

where beauty practices magic

casting spells in every color

 to capture in paint

on camera

or mind’s lasting eye

How serene, the sound of song

 gently spreading waves of calm

which flow through an open soul

so sing out loud

in glory

from love’s deepest source

Ever sweet, the winged and feathered

who distract without intention

dissipating the surrounding world

oh please, grant wings

of soaring

for heavenly skies

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