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As, I
watch the clouds move gently over the majestic mountains.
The sun shine on the earth.
The slight cool breeze blowing through the trees.
I look
to the sky and see birds flying high above me.
The eagle soaring with grace and strength.
As I
look at the flowers in bloom.
The green grass under my feet.
The lake
that ripples as it reflects all of the beauty man sees.
Now,
I know.
I am
looking at some of, God's.
Perfect
perfection.
Author
P. Birmingham
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