The Waterfalls:
I tell the trees of your sounds and they are jealous
When you fall, birds and the wild stop to listen,
To hear Nature sing while she wash her garment in your mist
Peace:
Bird songs, butterflies, sun rays and peace,
All are fruits from the green forest,
Nature’s providence to mankind
Your Love:
Your Love has taken over me
Now I come to You with nothing,
For with You I become everything!
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