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I stand in the middle of this grassy plain

And think of nothing as the warmth surrounds me.

Looking around, green is everywhere

Except the beautiful light blue sky that's

Holding this world together.

The puffy white clouds move slowly and break apart then re-assemble.

A butterfly flutters past me,

A bee buzzes in a tiny flower,

And a deer, strong and graceful, shoots across the field into the far-off woods.

This world is so beautiful,

So imaginative,

How was it ever thought up?

Well, it wasn't.

It was grown...

By love.