In the pasture,
The flowers bloom,
Sprouting up from the ground…

The strange fact,
About all of this,
Is that beauty from dirt is profound…

The seed is planted,
Inside of the womb,
A child blossoms like a flower from the ground…

Nature is from God,
The child is as well,
And all these blessings abound…

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