Breeze full of scents
Mountains reaching to the skies
Waters like boundless mirrors, reflecting the sun's golden rays and the scudding clouds.
All Nature murmurs mysteriously, breathing the depth of tenderness
Birds and beasts of the forest bear the imprint of Thy Love.
Blessed art thou mother earth, in thy fleeting loveliness
Which wakens our yearning for happiness that will last for ever, in the land where amid beauty that grows not old, the cry rings our. - Allelulia!
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