Purest of the Pure

The invisible force blowing the trees

The flowers blooming and blossoming with glee

With each and every day

The Earth exhales in its majesty


Free from conformity of the man

God’s creation how free it stands

The purest pure, without sin

Please the heart, it can




The dignity of the world of serenity will enchant me infinitely


This poem is about: 
Our world


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