All ThisAll ThisAll this is God'sAlthough I'm not sureThe oceans and mountainsEver so pureFor science and natureWhich is grand more?All this is God'sAlthough I'm not sureMammals and crustaceansDifferent though they may bePeople and animalsAll hear, talk and seeThe ground and the skyThe clouds and the seaAll made from GodDifferent, though they may be
Return To Your DreamsIs there a matter thatNeeds my attention?Or just a splatter ofMuch needed prevention?In any caseI'm all earsSo, fire awayAnd we'll . . .Consider the possibilitiesThe good and the badWeigh them closelyAnd decide what you hadTo begin with was betterThan what you've got nowSo return to your dreamsThey make it better somehowCan you stir the HeavensWith your thoughts?Of sewing together reality with your dreamsBut, never waving the clothTake what is yoursAnd leave the rest for anotherSo, they may leaveWhat they don't needFor another to believeThat was left for himWas meant to beMaybe it could ha
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