Wrote this over the summer on a long, sunny drive. Thought it was fitting for today.
Green upon green upon blue upon green,
Spreading wide and long and high and deep.
What touches the earth, reaches the sky,
Bringing heaven within reach.
Spreading wide and long and high and deep—
Fruited branches ride the breeze,
Bringing heaven within reach,
Rooting peace in the soil of my soul.
Fruited branches ride the breeze—
What touches the earth, touches the sky,
Rooting peace in the soil of my soul…
Green upon green upon blue upon green.
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