The wind in the trees,
The sun and the bees;
The roses so sweet,
Like something to eat.
A drive around the town,
Something to look down;
The Sunday church air,
The people all so fair.
The clouds in the sky,
Just like heaven they lie;
To heal ones sore heart,
St. Helens help smart.
St. Helens I think man,
But I doubt if I can;
The meaning of everything,
God's one final plan.
Deep in the heart,
Where the soul doesn't beat;
The people around,
And the people you meet.
A miracle waiting,
Of god beyond compare;
Heaven and hell,
St. Helen's fair share.
Signed,
The Lamb and the Future
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