miércoles, 23 de diciembre de 2009

What is the world without the hands,
who touch his grass and hold the branch.
What is the water, that falls from hills,
without the flesh to cool
him out and make it fresh.

What is the sky, the sun,
the moon and stars,
without the eyes to see the light
of glory.

What is all of this?
birds to fly,
fish to swim,
horse to run, without the man,
who is the one to enjoy it’s best.

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