Take a moment, precious child,
Listen to the breeze.
It says:

See the mountains?
I made them glorious.

See the rivers?
They run smooth like satin.

See the forests?
Their diversity is exquisite.

See the plains?
I delight in gentle slopes.

See the oceans?
A wondrous playground.

See the deserts?
Their pride is majestic.

See the islands?
They define the word beauty.

See My creation?
Can you breathe in it’s scent?

It is amazing.
It is glorious.

It is…
My crown of glory.

And you are it’s crown jewel.

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