Among the trees standing out of the green marshland
holding the white egrets
the gleaming power of the sun reflecting from it all
The resident blindly walks past
Unknown secrets and energies that rise and fall like tides
from within the holy swamp
You may never really see
most faith is a narrow bridge
that only knows miracle or calamity
condemn this zone as simple blasphemy
Yet it is God's hand on earth
A divine piece of relief
where a million critters in range
develope into their later stages
The sun
the river
The valley
(Ignorance of nature is ignorance of God)
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