He lives no where else, and next,
Always open to our views,
Always available and clean.
Beauty lives everywhere:
In every flower, in every blade of grass
And even in a little Dewdrop,
What sleeps in the crease of the sheet.
He lives no where else, and next,
Always open to our views,
Always available and clean.
Beauty lives everywhere:
In every flower, in every blade of grass
And even in a little Dewdrop,
What sleeps in the crease of the sheet.
