Verdant slopes where crisp air chills
Open spaces, rolling hills
Earthworm squirms in dew drenched sod
Bird song singing praise to God
Peaceful morning, Gippsland sighs
Pond face buzzing, dragonflies
Gum trees sway, eternal spring
God-breathed life in everything
Time stands still then shifts again
Shadows grow across the glen
Must leave now, the road awaits
God's garden stays, beyond the gates
Until I sleep, in dreams return
To open spaces, again I learn
That life is sacred, rich and moist
On green hills heavens glory voiced...
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