I walked a quiet path
On a cold yet sunny day
No movement, no voices
'Til I reached the silent bay
Shivering yet serenely warm
I stood still to behold
A pain, a cry, an ache so bold
In me, aggravating yet gently calm
For then it was that I heard
Majesty, lapping at the cove
Beauty, sighing as it sang
Trees and birds and icy waves
Murmuring and whispering
Laughing, weeping and dancing
Holding on together
Holding close to each other
Carrying on
Always carrying on
Sweet sounds I hear
The sounds of creation
Sweet sounds I hear
The joy of the creator
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