Some things are simply right
In every single way
The sun sunk into night
The moon at end of day
The trees in green and brown
The fields with golden crop
The glory, like a crown,
Striking the mountaintop
The white admixed with blue
Within the sky above
The fact that I'm with you
The fact that we're in love
Nature all these creates
And each the mind elates.
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