I recall a walk’s graces
Through scented twilight’s dusk
Sparrows chanted Your praises
Rooted greenwoods swayed in trust
And I, who joyed in the moment of scampering squirrels at play
And what the creatures did display
Joined my prayer in the Cosmic surrender
And reclaimed my Home that day.
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