Would Our Weary World?
Under the spell of the softly falling rain,
It’s gentle dance outside my window.
Listening as I lie abed, waking from a nap.
The mist rises to hide the nearby hills,
Like they have been taken to be washed.
When next I see these hills peeking out
They should sparkle brightly, as if new.
Would our weary world refresh so easily,
To brighten into beauty, like blooms,
Wash away the waste and stain we created,
Leaving us as a garden, informal, harmonious,
Without the weeds that spread their seeds,
Blanket the landscape in false colors.
Sadly, we must root out weeds; together we can
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