I have walked in the forest. I have seen the wild flowers. I have even stop to the scented tang of the flora or gaze upon their beauty. I have smelled the sweet breath of air. The wolf has sung his soulful song. A rabbit informed me that he was at my feet. I have harvested the land that stood before me. I thank God for every breath He has given me in this His sacred garden. I will tend this land with as much love as God has given me. A men in the name of Jesus.
-- Brian T. Reid Sr.
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