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Visiting libraries, searching for hours

Looking, for a priceless, special book

With an awesome beautiful story to be told

It was fruitless as a rain dance in the desert

Where is this book I search for?

 

My search changed to dejected, aimless wondering

Guiding me, to the quiet beauty in nature

Majestic trees, gentle sheltering wild life

Babbling brooks, quenching thirst, refreshing plants

Busy honey bees, making flowers pregnant

Dying daisies, decaying into fertile soil

The creator of nature had a perfect master plan

A beautiful story, but not the book I search for

Can I find it among the crowded mass of people?

Each concerned with their own mission?

 

The Champagne bottle popped, the light bulb flickered bright

The stiff wind whizzed through the sun rays

The answer was clear, A New Baby Was Born

It is different, than anyone has ever lived

Never, again will the same be born, in this world

What a marvelous addition, to the perfect master plan

I have found the precious priceless book

IT IS ME, it-is-me!

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