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| Graceful mountain laurel Flanks the quiet trail. Butterfly is flitting, Looking for a male. Busy little beetle Has a coat of green. Brook is bubbly brightly, Cold and sweet and clean. Distant mountains beckon Through a misty haze, Begging us to scale them And to sing God's praise. Though the climb is mighty And our legs are weak We find strength to rally To the very peak. Rocky path or muddy Won't our feet deter. Since our eyes are open, Footing is secure. Hawks soar high above use, Circling round their nest. They can fully watch us When we take a rest. Other birds intrigue us With melodic trill. Hiking in the mountains Is a matchless thrill. | ||
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