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I have not found the clean, cerulean sky.
I have not laid eyes upon the moon giving one last exhibition,
Of her beauty before she retires for the night.
I have not been greeted by the breeze of the wind,
Dancing around me with the grace of a ballerino.
Birds chirping in the faded distance is a sound I have not heard,
Nor the liveliness of schoolchildren playing, waiting for their school bus.
I have not seen grass coated in morning dew.
A ladybug has not explored the vastness of my hand.
I have not been draped with the finest pieces of thread;
Silk is a fabric that I do not know.
I have not looked out into nature and saw God,
The existence of Him in every leaf or the scurry of a random squirrel.
But I am waiting to.