Great God of the gilded skybreathless here we stand as if we've seen you painting the birds that fly over the seas, and hill and deep valley where the cold black water flows and the trees stand still. Rise. Rise in the western blue gales of sweetness foaming over granite beaches wind over the deep green hue. Earth & wind Water & wonder Waves & rustling trees & thunder. Great God of the gilded sky paint my wings so that breathless I, too, might fly.
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