To Feel Your Presence

In the cold morning breeze that awakens the earth,
In the spectacular sunrise that colors the sky,
In the symphony of the birds' little voice,
On the roads covered with trees
and trees filled with blooms,
I could feel your presence.
As the night falls, as I gazed at the ethereal night sky,
As I drenched my soul in the aglow of the moon,
I could feel your presence.


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