As one shall come to reap

There’s an ever easing flow

of the land that’s far to sea

where blossoms are within the tow

and the spring sings out with glee,

birds above a gentle swing

as the trees stand tall in flow

songs of mother across the skies

where the flowers reach and grow,

once there was a bitter cold

from the queen whose heart is ice

but now the sister moves up close

showing glory to the thrice,

All hail his Immanence

the Father of all we know

for his glory shines in every time

precious life by deed and row.”

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