Light glows through the trees
the wind whispers in the leaves
in this I see God
A forest of peace
garden of sanctuary
new ways to hear God
A bird's song chimes through
singing sweet songs that I hear
the music of God
Deep in the forest
trickles and splashes a stream
Son on the water
murmuring voices
drifting over the water
writers fill the Glen
Pens sing the bird's song
paper rustles the trees voice
creative songs sing
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