Where does the sun come from,
Where do rainbows dwell,
Will I ever know,
Can I truly tell,

What makes the day bright,
And dark come the night,
Where do Angels go,
As they travel to and fro,

Why do flowers bloom,
And the grass stay so green,
Will I ever know,
What all of this means,

Sun comes from within,
Rainbows are natures paint,
The brightness that I see,
Blessed by the saints,

Flowers have a scent,
Growing within the green,
Here on my shoulders,
Forever please lean,

The grass forever green,
Meadows awaken me,
Angels all around,
Hear their lovely sound,

Within this world of Ours,
Beauty is displayed,
Upon natures bed,
Come with me and lay.~*.....
 
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