Clambering warm air above the sky
Melting snow upon its peak,
Mumbling clouds stretch out to speak
Wrath of god in thunderstorm
Swords of lightning in artistic form
Crying tears as water falls
Millenniums of years grand and tall
Lands of beauty, spendourously lush
Stood silent forever, never in a rush
Rivers flow to lakes out to the sea
Where in the universe would we rather be
The lords greatest moment is moulding mankind
A gift of sight blessed, why are we so blind?
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