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Beyond God’s Green Earth
In the deserts of Africa
There lives a native flower, Adenium
Of the night; there is a longing for love
Mystery and emotion parsing a wish
…
Beyond imagination where ancients roam
Words falter to translate a beautiful vision
God’s country hidden within earth tones
Every sunrise and sunset a poetic portrait
I left behind the hustle and bustle of
The East Coast for a horse with no name
Looking back; there are no regrets
Within my heart love’s sweetest memories
New geography. New sounds. New smells
A new place of strange wondrous intrigue
New and inspirational sensations of self
Within my mind resolutions yet to unravel
Sonoran is of the name unto my mistress
The rain brings forth her natural beauty
Her shadows dancing to fire of the sun
The arid winds speak of her enchantment
Transplanted from half a world away
The desert rose gracing my desert garden
Hummingbirds frequent the arrangement
Cacti and flowering plants are my muse
My desert roots planted 10 years ago
This is the country down in my soul
This is the place where my soul searches
Beyond God’s green earth
when…“I dream of love as time runs through my hands”
There lives a native flower, Adenium
Of the night; there is a longing for love
Mystery and emotion parsing a wish
…
Beyond imagination where ancients roam
Words falter to translate a beautiful vision
God’s country hidden within earth tones
Every sunrise and sunset a poetic portrait
I left behind the hustle and bustle of
The East Coast for a horse with no name
Looking back; there are no regrets
Within my heart love’s sweetest memories
New geography. New sounds. New smells
A new place of strange wondrous intrigue
New and inspirational sensations of self
Within my mind resolutions yet to unravel
Sonoran is of the name unto my mistress
The rain brings forth her natural beauty
Her shadows dancing to fire of the sun
The arid winds speak of her enchantment
Transplanted from half a world away
The desert rose gracing my desert garden
Hummingbirds frequent the arrangement
Cacti and flowering plants are my muse
My desert roots planted 10 years ago
This is the country down in my soul
This is the place where my soul searches
Beyond God’s green earth
when…“I dream of love as time runs through my hands”
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