in the beauty of the flower,

in the coming of the hour

that returns your face to me,

in the rolling of the hill

and the stars that make me still,

it’s simplicity I see.

in holding, still, your hand,

in waiting while we stand,

taking in the quiet of the sky

as the clouds roll silent by,

it’s simplicity I see.

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