Glowing slivers of fingernail moons,
White sands shine in suns at noon,
Springtime rains on nature’s blooms,
Tender starts that still our heart,
Moans of lovers when they part,
Dragonflies in thin air dart,
These shiny sides of silver coins,
Spin on edge to fall when joined,
With purity since purloined,
Spoils of oceans and barren hills,
Senseless wars destroy and kill,
Smell of streets where homeless mill,
Despite the gifts from Him bestowed,
Our sinful hearts on earth below,
Cast demons dark o’er golden glow.
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