Hi There, Lo Here

Looking out over the prairie, just awoken baby in my arms.

Hi there, sky fair,
Cloud is floating by where
Bird ascending high there.

Lo here, oh dear,
Trees and grasses grow near
Where Salaam is spoken
Word descending low here.

Baby and I
‘Tween the grass and blue sky,
Taking in the token
Sights rewarding our eye;

So much passing us by…

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