As God throws colors to the earth,
Flowers spring from nothingness.
He casts the white splashes to the ground,
The highlights become alive,
Rippling across the waves and leaves in the Wind.
I hear His laughter in His own delight.
He thrills my soul. The Wind caresses my skin as
His Hand brushes my face.
Flowers spring from nothingness.
He casts the white splashes to the ground,
The highlights become alive,
Rippling across the waves and leaves in the Wind.
I hear His laughter in His own delight.
He thrills my soul. The Wind caresses my skin as
His Hand brushes my face.
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