Walking the fields as morning stirs
I see tiny tiny glistening gem drops.
The hand of God overnight
Scattering handfuls of glitter
Softly dusting lush carpets of green and brown.
The light from these jewels
Lighting up my soul.
For as long as they return
So men have a chance
To see their own souls
Reflected in one hundred thousand bright jewels
Shining in the sun.
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