God,
when gazing at
the skies,
cobalt blue,
stretching like a dome
Dissapearing behind
distant mountains.
Eagles soaring
over endless plains
of thorn trees
and sun bleached grass.
Herds of buffalos
wildebeest and impalas.
Revealed
by the twitch of a tail
or the movement of an ear,
the knowledge jumps at me.
Swift and sure
You
are unmistakably here.
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