The Apple Cloud
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In the desert: a scorching heat!
It is the temperature of greed.
In the sky almost uniformly blue,
there is a little cloud too.
As if magic, it takes the form of a grape.
It swells and grows into a big apple's shape.
And from my wonderful apple cloud,
Sweet drops of wisdom start raining out.
And as if by the hand of God
A grassy carpet forms on the sand so hot
The raindrops of wisdom are spreading love
A wonderful kindness coming from high above
On the grass, soulful flowers start to grow
And all over gentleness and harmony flow
In the meantime, still wisdom is pouring out
From that wonderful apple cloud.
Oh, no my friends, this is not just a dream,
In our world now still full of greed, soon will stream:
A flow of love causing a true wisdom revolution:
That will be the pinnacle of God's planned evolution!
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