Witnessing Wonder, Delighting in Joy
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Had you just plunked me down into this world, I would think it was paradise and give witness to its wonders:
The oaks, looking like pirouetting ballerinas, the sweep of afternoon shadows down the gentle slope of the hill, the blanket of leaves, the incredible blue of the late autumn sky.
I would try to tell you how fragrant and sweet was the air, how musical the rustle of the leaves in the breeze.
I would sing about the textures of tree bark and grass, the leathery surface of leaves.
Most of all I would tell you how glad it all made me, how my heart swelled with joy just to stand here this moment, witnessing the wonder of it all.
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