Soul, Sight, and Sound

Where the sunflowers grow

Tall and strong

And roosting birds

Serenade in song

From the giant Sycamore

On the riverbank

Under which

I give my thanks

With a sense of belonging

And gratitude

Knowing in my stillness

And solitude

I am one

Soul, sight, and sound

With all of the beautiful things

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