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So I lay upon your soft green grass and stare into the blue; Daydreaming of majestic lands and how each spring they grow anew. Your generosity is noted as I dress and eat each day, For all I ever needed you have gladly sent my way. I need not ask for extra towels, rare corals or fancy gems, Those are yours to keep, so I may visit them again. The evening brings me solace as I watch your sunset gleam; I ponder ways to renew your hills and protect your flowing streams.