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Let me look upward
into the branches
0f the towering oak
And know that it grew
slowly and well.Give me, amidst
the confusion
of my day
The calmness of the
everlasting hills.Let me pause
to look at a flower
to smell a rose –
God’s autograph,
to chat with a friend,
to read a few lines
from a good book.Break the tensions
of my nerves
With the soothing music
of singing streams
and gentle rains
That live in
my memory.Mother Nature and friendship are cozy shelters from life’s rainy days.