Aren’t you glad we’ve
A flourishing God
Who loves a good ink dipped pen?
Who admires the filigree
Of developing leaves
And every painted sunset.
Aren’t you glad
He gave peacocks a chance
Who loves a good marble floor?
Who admires the scenery
Of a Japanese café
And every opened door.
Aren’t you glad you’ve
A flourishing Dad
Who loves a good late night chat?
Who admires the tenacity
Of your smile
And every bright thought you ever had.
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