I can vouch for that:
The dawn of morning, fog ridden and silent
and a magpie sings.
The blaze of fiery red in the sunrise, glowing behind ghost like trees
silhouetting, shadowing, illuminating
Deep blue mountains, contours clear and weaving
tips touched and painted pink by the rising sun.
Autumn leaves, a kaleidoscope of colours
hanging, falling, carpeting the ground
Transforming beauty as the day breaks
and there is a sense that God is here, in the stillness and the quiet.
Glorious things that speak of God
solid joys and lasting treasures.
Peace.
Anne, servant of the Lord
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