The presence the silence
If you will fall backward
And stare, looking upward
Truly you arrive toward
The greatest of real sense
Peace and serenity
Glittering beckoning
Singing all of the play
If you would start to pray
A voice does sweetly say
Heard by those listening
Making serenity
Left wanton for mountain
Politely we have climbed
Beautifully we mimed
To praise the one who rhymed
Who is our fountain
Source of serenity
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