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High on the mountain top orange glowed. 
In the stream below a boat is being rowed. 
Up ahead a fish jumped in an arc 
While in a tree sat a singing lark. 
Skipping from wildflowers are butterflies and bees. 
Now what could be more beautiful than these? 
A chalet is perched on a grassy hill. 
The boat's rowing ceases and everything is still. 
The sounds of the city this peace here would kill. 
What greater things can give you this thrill? 
The quiet is broken by a dog's howl 
Amid thankfulness that so great art Thou. 

© Copyright 1999.08.01 by Jean E. Gorney