With Thee

I don’t have to climb it, ride it or conquer it
Your mountains, your horses, your sea
I don’t have to bend it, shape it or own it
Your rivers, your gardens, your streams
I don’t have to chop it, burn it or clear it
Your forests, your grasses, your fields
I don’t have to claim it, cage it or clip it
Your shorelines, your creatures, your fowl
Just to be, just to be
Amongst the beauty of thee
Just to be, just to be
With thee
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