The sun peaks through clouds.
Birds burst across the sky, flying.
Shadows in the dark sky, fleeting.
The clouds move and dance.
Off to some unknown destination.
All is a glimpse of this world.
We are here but a moment.
This makes my soul sing.
For whether I am here,
This world will be, and this
Glimpse helps me see how
Insignificant and gently we
Need to travel in this holy place.
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