When I sit here thinking of the pulling tides, the wind sings and the ocean cries

The waters filled so crystal blue, everyday is born something new

The world is a beautiful place

The mountains at there highest peak, the different colors on a birds beak

The unique rush of the sun setting slowly, how clear white it appears when its snowy

The world is a beautiful place

The gentle touch in a mothers hand, the strong voice in a fathers demand

A baby born so pure and sweet, the tiny toes on a toddlers feet

The world is a beautiful place

Flowers that smell so pleasent  and real, the distinguished  taste of a ripe orange peal

The wisdom in an old mans sound

Heaven on earth can be found

This world is a beautiful place

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