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The Earth is sacred to God in Heaven and God bless. The gods live among the plants on God's Divine Earth. In Springtime, we are blessed by God, with the fruit of trees and the whole Earth blooms with blossom, flowers for the trees. The ripening gourds of fruit have god and creature alike observant of the pungent smell of the Mother Earth. Creatures leave their scent and deer rub against trees. The organic forest has drooping vines of growth and berried fruit. The creatures of the forest are in love with Earth and the scent of forest berries, God's Divine fruit. Plants and animals are gods of worth and fly off with the butterflies come May. God and gods need the insects and bees to pollinate the flowers. Planets are needed, too, to rotate the Earth. Gods and the garden take you to the snakes, do not trespass the tree of worth. Devils and monsters, gods and God, roll about and tumble the earth. The wind blows and travels on, through, the tree of worth. Spring is love in the garden of May and Spring flowers of the hay. Gardens grow their worth.

As we fly around with the gods in the forest, Spring, blesses the Earth. Plant of the seed, scatter their worth and the Earth below. The golden roots dig deep. When, the blood red roots of trees, grow down, for new saplings, we are a heart of worth, for God. Gods fly through the trees and gods frequent the Earth. The golden tree of a golden hue is for the branches of the heart. The golden tree is your heart and that is why you are sacred to God, for golden leaves are branches for God. The gods of Springtime fervour, inform God, of the ascension and love of the Earth. Golden is the love of God for the Earth. Hearts rejoice for God in the Springtime. The plants are love for God. Gods and the garden bless the Earth for we are the golden heart.

Heaven is the garden of ascension. In the garden of Heaven, God has angels who are the gardeners, who tend the garden. Angels work in with the gods of the Earth because they speak a common language. The Divine language of God does include the garden for the garden is Divine for God. Plants and animals rejoice for the love of God in Springtime when, the warmer months arrive. Plants have the knowledge of God for he is their memory. Sunshine and the Seasonal cycle of the planets inform the growth of the garden with warmer days and rain helping the plants to grow. Angels rejoice at the colours of ascension, in the gardens and the gods advice the angel gardeners of anything, they need to tend. God, gods and the angels work hard to keep the plants growing in the garden. Creatures and animals are also, celebrated by God. The celebration of Springtime in the garden is for the Divine reward of God and love in the garden is our reward. Heaven is your heart and golden is the ascension of the angels in the garden. Heaven is the angels of the garden. 

Your sacred garden is your heart and all its reflection. Gods and angels, frequent your garden as God and love, live in your heart. The Divine love, in your heart, takes you to the knowledge, of Heaven and the golden ceiling is touched. The garden has virtue and vice as the heart stirs with good over Evil, to find the true love of God. Gods walk, there and angels trespass. We fly with the angels to Heaven. The garden is a delight to God for all the ascension of nature and love are reflected in God's Divine creatures. Plants transpire love. The animals and plants are blinded by the love of God, in the garden, blinded by God's Divine light. Golden trees and branches tip the heavenly sky and the golden light is taken right down to meet the Earth. The Divine light of God is the light, we walk around in and the more you find Heaven in your heart, the more you find God. Golden trees are bathed in ascension, while, the birds, fly around, in their heavenly glow. Birds reflect love and are God. Birds are also, gods and are visible heavenly angels flying around, in God's Divine garden. The birds fly as though, they flew, straight out of your heart. Birds fly, out through, Heaven and bless you as they fly, overhead. We are, graced by the birds and their wing beat, presence, on Earth.

Wings beat in your heart when you find your angel. Angels take your heart to Heaven when, you find love in the garden. Heavenly sent, is love, in the garden. We find our heart  when, there is a golden glow, in Heaven. Heaven is only a wing beat, away. The ascension of angels does take you to Heaven. Wings of ascension fly with your heart and gods tell you of our planetary worth. God find the love in my heart and take it to Heaven. The garden is golden. The ascension of angels takes place in your garden and they fly up with your heart like the birds in the sky. Golden deer walk beside you. Your garden flies forth, with your heart and the angels, while, Divine beings, gods and God, ascend your love. Heaven is a place in the heart with wings of ascension. The garden of love is the one you walk, through and God shows you the reflection of his love, in your heart with birds in the trees like angels. We fly to Heaven like the angel of love and our heart flies with him. Angels learn to fly when you feel love in your heart as your love ascends them to God. The heavenly abode, above, send you angels in the garden of love. God sends you angels when you need him.

Heaven is your home in the garden of love. Gods and angels are praiseworthy. Golden deer live, there, in your heavenly garden and ascension plants of love, inform the angels. Golden angels speak your heart's language. Gods tell God. Love in the garden is a Divine trespass of the heart. Your heart garden is golden with the information about Heaven. God takes you to Heaven and ascends your heart to love with golden transport upon an angel's wing. Golden is the light from Heaven. Gods take you to Heaven with the ascension of the garden. Golden are the trees of your forest for we are talking of the golden branches of your heart. When, the final ascension of Heaven meets the angels, takes you, to your Divine garden, forest trees also,  frequent, there. Heaven is the sky for the deer and Heaven meets the fields, their trespass is golden. Golden hooves and golden antlers stretch skyward and the gods celebrate all of God's Divine nature. As planets and stars celebrate our name we silently engage in a golden union with God. Heaven inform my golden angels of love.

A garden of love notices your ascension and golden angels take your heart to love. At death, the golden angels fly with your heart on golden strings and your heart is transported to the place God found love for you the most, Heaven. The golden heavenly angels send messages to God and the gods who live in your heart, too. God notices where you find love the most and takes you to the golden place of Heaven in your heart, before you die, so, God finds the correct place to rest your heart. As your Spirit ascends to God, golden are the angels. Golden deer transport your heart, too and gods inform the planets. In the garden of Heaven in your heart, love is the ascension. Golden deer live there, in your heart because they are in love with God. The love of God is golden. Heaven has golden wings and my heart fly with the angels.

Golden angels fly with your heart to Heaven.

Heaven,

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Nicole Page-Smith

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Nicole Page-Smith,

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Golden is the trespass of the deer's foot and merry is the month of May. In the golden forest are deer of love and worth, golden foot to heel and worth, for love and, love of golden hoof. Traipse, through, golden love in the garden. Hoof to hoof of golden worth, the garden tells you, of your worth, for Heaven is the view, of the garden. Golden deer are like golden leaves, on the tree. When, there is a golden bough, God is in love. The golden trees of worth trespass Heaven. Heaven is the tree and the gods, blow through, the trees of the forest like the wind, for the wind is a god. The Spirit trees rustle with golden leaves of bough and worth. The wind blows through the garden. Golden is the love of the forest, in love with their golden worth, in Heaven, for one, one deer, one stag and one God. Love is the colour of the deer in love and golden are the deer. Heaven is in love with God, the gods and deer so, near. Birds fly through the forest. 

On the day of the year, the deer are near, God bless, the deer. When, the West wind blows through the forest, you may have to exclaim, deer oh dear. Angel's wings are as gentle as the wind gush you feel as a bird flies by you. In the forest birds can be noticed in the trees. When, your Spirit flies with the wind you are like the angels, flying with the birds. Your Spirit is ascended to Heaven up among the treetops. Deer are descended, to Earth, by God, from Heaven, it is a beautiful communication and exchange for deer are golden in Heaven. Golden are the trees, in Heaven. Entwined are the roots of the trees with Heaven and golden are roots of Heaven. Roots entwine like the antlers of deer. Do not trespass through the forest today or the white deer may notice you. When, the Spirit deer, travel forth, beware of Evil Spirits, entering the forest. Spirits move through the forest in the month of May. We entwine with the deer to take our Spirit's to the Spirit of worth. I enter your forest. In Heaven when, we are Spirit worth, we enter the forest. Fly Spirit unto God.

Deer entwine with God via their antlers. The deer shed their antlers and the tree roots appear golden. In the forest, there are magical trees. Golden trees are only noticed by God, the gods and the deer while, birds sometimes fly past them, angel Spirits hold their name the trees are named by the golden bough. Although, tree gods are aware of the golden tree of God, they do not observe, her name. Deer Spirits hold the tree as sacred. Deer observe, the golden god, in the tree. Trees and gods have been as entwined as nature is with God, since man, stepped foot, in the garden. Trees rustle in the wind and we hear the Spirit of God. Golden trees, in the forest, are for the deer and God. Golden deer are for the gods and they nominate further trees in the forest of worth, they are planted along with creatures of worth in God's Divine forest. God's Divine forest is your heart and that is why it is golden. Golden are the deer of worth. 

In the golden forest, trees are barely noticed but plants exist on the ground for the ascension of worth. The plants reflect the planets as gods, planted them there, naturally, in the forest. Deer of ascension are also noticed in the forest, they are golden because they trespass the Earth, of the forest. Trees notice you in the garden if you are plant. Plants like other species of organisms, only notice their own species. Plants also have no awareness that you are not another species of plant. Gods planted, plants, on Earth as they planted trees and gods are more interested in the products of the Earth or plants. Gods are part of Heaven as human beings and other creatures are part of the Earth and therefore, our Heaven is our garden. Our forest is our home. When, you ask the deer, why he is golden, in your heart, he would not be able to tell you because golden he lives in your heart. Plants are ascension colours in your heart because your heart reflects God. Love is golden in your heart because love is in Heaven and love is the golden centre of God. Take love, to Heaven, one day, in the forest, where you will barely notice. 

When, your Spirit flies through the trees, you become tree with the Spirit. Love barely notices, for Heaven, is the trees, where, water and nymphs are one. The heart tree is the branch of life and has ventricles of a red hue like the vessels of your heart. Trees are often related to the water nymph. Trees grow branches by the river and the forest is a blessed forest for the god of the tree. Deer drink water by the brook and the stream nymph makes herself, welcome. The forest has gods and deer, walk through and Spirits with the birds fly up, above, the treetops. Spirits like gods and creatures of deer and, birds all around, bless your Spirit and, your heart feels closer to God. The tree Spirit holds your heart for he is ventricle, where you are heart. Branches grow through you like blood vessels of the heart. Spirit trees of the forest are for God, to observe and gods to think of Sping. God bless the Earth.

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When, deer grow golden horns, their antlers are on display. Golden is the tree. The trees are golden for God to observe in Heaven. Fallen leaves are there, for some. Golden is the love of the Lord. Deer have horns of resplendent beauty. The gods of plants and forest worth, have trees for one to one. We are one deer for the Lord of worth and he is one for the deer. The plants are ascended from god to God and that is why you feel them near, your heart and they grow inside for worth. God and gods trespass worth for gods and God, is near. The colour of ascension shows you your path for trodden is the garden. Gods and planets are the colours for nature to observe. The colour of ascension is near. Golden are the deer of worth and golden is their home where, the trees are in love with you and grow outside you heart. Forests of love, love the deer of golden love and worth. They traipse their feet that way for hooves are golden for worth and eternal birth. Golden and in love is the deer and ascension is her worth, plant the seed today, in the garden.

The ascension is near. Golden is the gardener. Colours are for the nominated garden so, the planets have observed. Angels are heavenly bound and so is their golden ascension. In Heaven, there are angels of worth for planets of note and they circulate the Sun. Angels accompany you while you sleep and we need to learn about ascension so, our destination is Heaven. In the heavenly angel pathway to Heaven, you have to follow your planet. Your planet is the planet you were born under. Ascension colours are communicated in your dreams. Golden is your ascension, in the garden, for God, where, Heaven is your home. Gardens are the golden worth of the gods. The deer already live in Heaven and that is why they are golden, we see their light as though we are trespassing. The golden light of the deer is from Heaven and translucent as golden hay. Golden is the month of May, ascending, angels, sing, for we are in Paradise, when, we are golden and golden is the deer for the leaves, in your garden as golden is your tree. Trees of ascending angels fly to Heaven.

Our colours of ascension are in the garden. We are in the forest, now, as deer rest after play, in Spring through, to Summer hay. Hay is golden. In the cool air, forest warmth is noticed and you enter your golden heart, a locket of worth. Are you a keepsake of your love for God? We ascend through our forest like angels riding the deer's back and fly through, the trees with a wealth of golden love, in our hearts. Greeted, by the descending golden light, of the forest, by day, we are taken to God. Love is the ascension of the heart. When, we see the golden rays of God, appear in our heart, we notice the golden light of the forest. The trees appear golden and we are bathed, with an ascension close, to God as we sit in the forest. Angels ascend up to the top of the treetops, while the golden deer lazily lay about, the golden Earth. Gardens of worth are gardens of ascension and God trespass the Earth.

In the golden garden, God and the gods holds our trespass and our trespass is our heart so, golden is the philosophy of love for God. Heaven will take you, there, to the golden garden of love. A golden garden of love is your heart and that is why the Devil knows no trespass, for golden is the fruit of love, on the golden ascension tree of knowledge, of God's Divine love. In your garden is your heart and your heart may as well be hanging on the tree like the golden fruits of love, for ripened is the fruit. The golden love of God has the gods involved for they are gods of the Earth, who celebrate the Seasons of the Earth. Planetary is the knowledge of the plants of the Earth and they spin on a cycle as the Earth spins on an axis, we spin on a circle as is the evolution. Gods, plants and humans alike have a Divine purpose for God and this is our cycle. There is a celebration of plants for the field and the Earth has us rejoice. A celebration of plants for the garden has God in a golden ascension for gods live in the garden. Humans have the golden deer.

There are gods in the forest. We buck and fawn, and roll about, said, the god to the god, oh tree, for trees are the forest. The humans have no realm for the deer, for the deer is golden. Trees are there, to protect you in the forest. Oh deer, oh stag, oh golden deer. Gods and deities buck and fawn, oh golden, is the deer. Nymphs and maidens, traipse on through and protect the animal deer, speaking her language, doe to deer, they speak of doe to deer. Stag to love, oh love, be one, of love, be one and deer. We are planets for one Earth, to deer and god to god, no more. Gods are golden for the deer and deer are love in one, for love and deer oh deer, is one. Gods transcend and enter the trees, go brook and plenty creature, near. When, deer come golden, near, they are white and golden antlers appear, to deer, in red, not white, for deer. No human is to hear. Fawn to doe and stag not near. Oh, golden is the ascension of deer. Brooks and streams, go unnoticed for deer and stag alike, for love is the ascension of deer. In a forest, so near to my heart, oh deer, oh dear, by May. Deer come near and near, that way, is my heart with the deer. Forests are in a merry way. Deer are for the month of May.

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The garden has you observe the planets, in the evening when, the gods trespass, through. The gods are there, in the day, too, but are as translucent as the clouds and we see the air that way. Clouds and transparent air are observed in the blue sky. Plants, in the garden of love, take you through the forest and are observed on the other side, in the clearings. The magical gardens, inside the forest, take you on a journey, through, your mind. When, you enter the forest, gardens of thought, are observed, with the gods and the planets. Garden history takes us to where we came from and you feel as familiar with the ancient plant life as you do with extinct species of creatures and animals like dinosaurs. In the ancient forests, with the older plant species, the magic of the forest takes you to, love in the garden. Do we ride dinosaurs and woolly mammoths, in our mind? We see the golden deer there, too and they are as translucent as rain clouds, in Heaven. The gods see through, the golden deer, to their magical lineage and we are there to observe their horns. The deer antlers are as organic as plant life, where, they grow and entwine like gods through the cosmos. Plant life and gardens grow through our mind as tendrils, may tend to sprout, through our ears, if we were entwined with garden plants through our body. The heart tends to grow with more love.

The blue sky above takes us to Heaven and here, like angels in the sky we fly like birds and drift with clouds. In Heaven, you become one with the air, around you. We are as transparent as the Spirit is air. In Heaven you notice the ground and you trespass as you walk. To see Heaven is to see the sky but the garden holds your heart. We are as entwined with nature as we are with the Earth. Plant life grows like the love in our heart. Trees grow in the forest's growth and plants are noticed, where the gods, placed them. The planets are noticed as the plants grow in the garden, for the calendar is the zodiac of the gods. The planets have the names of gods as they were noticed in the garden in Spring weather through to the Autumn leaves and the leaves fall on the ground, for us to notice our cycle of life and, death. The cycle of the planets is inclusive. We have planets to remind us of the cycle of Christianity and when, God observes, the golden tree, the knowledge of our heart, the golden bough. Plants are golden there, in Heaven like the deer and we see the colors of our ascension, to God. Plants are the gods as God is the plants and then, we see our ascension. Plants take you to Heaven.

In Heaven, there are golden trees and the garden is how we see Heaven, on golden feet. The garden is the forest and when, you are in Heaven, you see the love of the forest and the trees look resplendent. You walk in golden light, for God, to observe, where, you tread. All around, you see love. The birds, talk about, love in the trees and the plants grow forth. Trees grow towards the sky so, our mind, travels upwards, to where, God lives, in the sky. Trees lead your mind, to the sky, in Heaven. The sky is blue, in Heaven. Heaven is where God lives on Earth, too and in your heart you see his golden light, shine forth like the Sun on a bright sunny day. The Sun is golden. A golden room is for your ceiling. Walking through Heaven is to walk through, your garden and your forest grows tall. We are like the tree that grows tall. You could imagine branches continuing to grow out your fingers and the tree trunk to form your breast. Where, our feet embrace the Earth, we grow roots. The wind in the trees is our willow and our feet is our home. Trees love the forest to love you and when, you become tree you become life. Life in the forest is like love in the heart, you find Heaven, there. Heaven take me to my home, in the golden heart and Heaven close the door. Love God to love your forest's heart.

In the forest are creatures and plants of a coloured variety. The colour of ascension holds the heart and the colours are for the reflection of Heaven and reflect the colours of the planets. We are, influenced, by the planets, in our heart as we are, rewarded, by God. The planets and the cycle of the Seasons participate in everything Earth would find in the forest, including the heart. Other planets are influenced by the cycles God places in the Universe such as the cycle of the Sun. The creatures and plants of the forest require information from the planetary cycle and our heart is of a similar ascension. The Sun and the moon circulate like the planets around the Earth. Certain plants and animals are born of a Christian day, to God. Our heart transpires. Seasonal and golden are the products of the Earth as is love in the heart. Plants find their sweethearts with the help of bumblebees and God and then, there is a revolution of the Sun, for the moon to observe. Creatures of the forest do find a territory. The heart is Divine and shines with reflection. We are all the reflection of God and our heart holds the key.

A Divine reflection of Heaven is God. Love is the colour of the planets. Golden are the forest deer. Creatures of the forest shine for one another with the camouflage of their reflection. Horns and antlers suit the doe. The reflection of golden colours in the heart has plants curl around your feet. The colour is known as fawns are known to stag and doe, to deer. Colours of ascension are the colours of the planets from doe to deer. The deer see their golden light in one another as it shines through their hearts. Plants curl around our toes. The feet of the deer are golden and that is their sign for God, they trespass the Earth. Plants entwine, going up your leg and growing as veins would, enveloping the stump. Golden is the light of God when, our heart reflects Heaven. The heavenly, planets, are an orb, for God and we shine in his light. Our golden light is upon us. The planets are our reflection and that is why we reflect Heaven but, our Divine heart, is for God, to trespass. Heaven in the heart is the golden deer and they are bathed in each other's golden light. The plants travel through our veins. Golden is the colour and Divine is God. The plants grow through your heart.

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Nicole Page-Smith,

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Fields and deer are dear oh near and, near oh near are they. Happily the deer tread, through, the hay of hay wheel, May. Grass and May, of seed and, hay are hay and, hay of May. We roll and tumble. The West wind blows, in May. Sky and deer of cloudless sky, of fields of gods and hay, are always, there, in May. The form of God is hay for deer and May for the gods of the hay and, gods take May to hay. Wind blow through, the hay in May, for deer are there, to play. 

Wind blow, West, East and blow, again. The deer frolic and then, they play. We are blessed in the merry month of May. There, the wind blows through the hay. Now, hay to wheel and hay to play, wheel, through, the hay, in May. Winds blow to East, South, West and blow and, blow, merrily, away. Deer play for May and wheel and, May some more, for May and, hay come, close, to play. A deer in the hay is two for May. In the May for hay and, hay and May, we bless, the Earth. Sky and planets, wheel away and deer, bless the Earth, while, antlers are on display. Rearing up, stags fight and rear up, some more. To play and test and, love and, wheel, the stags win their mate. Doe and deer, stag and doe, have for fawn, the grass and seed, for wheel. We love the merry doe in the foal. Foal of deer and fawn for some, see stag, stand, forever more. On brook and stream and, to the West, is where you will notice them and stay and sway and, deer and, notice her, in play. Antlers rest. Stag to doe is love in the hay and May is doe to deer. We love you forever, doe and deer and, fawn to seed, some more. Of love for seed forever, worth and love forever, God bless the Earth.

Seed and grain, and grain of Earth, are seed, forever more. The Earth, be blessed. Earth to seed is seed to grain and Earth to seed, no more. The Earth has seed and grain to Earth, and Earth, to the forever more, to Earth by house. House and Earth are seed to grain and, love is by the brook. Brook is brook, to brook, in the book but, do not tell forever more. Now, seed to grain love brook to book and seed to love and, worth. Do not tell the deer you were in the woods or they will scare. Dare to love the deer in the woods. The stream of love and plenty worth, travelled on by. Earth is the true home of God. Gods of worth and Earth, of near and far, are for the deer. Seeds are for the worth. Earth to Earth, is for the planet of worth, so near and far. Deer do trespass, tra, la, la but, nearer are their worth. Of deer so, near and near so, dear of love and, love and, worth, tra, la, la and, dance for the deer for near is deer and far, tra, la, la. We love to love the Earth so, dear where, love is love on Earth.

The love on Earth is for plants of love and deer to walk them by. Do we trespass in the garden or is love, the love of another, name? To the garden are the plants, who love your name when, your name is deer. The deer of worth do trespass your name. Tres and pass is to the game. Do no trespass for game have a name. To pass on by is love for the tree but, to walk on names, is a deer of worth. We have names in the forest and gardens of worth but, deer call themselves, foe and, deer of worth. Names are foe and for, and forward walk, through and through, the forest, the deer do walk. Walk on through and through. We trespassed the forest, today. The names of worth did say. We love and love and, do and do. For then, we are, of the affair. Affairs of love are, an affair, to do. Do fare well with the deer. Golden is the hare. Golden is the forest and golden is the garden of love as we trespass, to the forest. Will you meet the Saint in the forest of worth or will he meet you? God tell him so. Plants and deer, of deer alike are pleasant foe. To the planet of worth, is where we live, for the forever and forever more. Forever more and on the more, forever, a more is more and more. To the love of God, Heaven is forever, more. I love you, God.

Love is forever, in Heaven. As we travel, North, the plants disperse and walk is walk, no more. Deer are golden and translucent is their antler horns, for we see through them as we see God, for God is through the horns. The sky of worth is to be seen and skies look through, the clouds. We see her reflected, a God of Christian worth. Planets tell our name day Sun, of Earth and water and Earth. We are planets where, she is worth and her name is Mother Earth. The Earth resides in the Sun. Our Mother, is reflected, all around us, for we are her name. Mother they call her, Earth to some and then, we plant the seed. Our planet's worth have seed no more, for we are of the Christian faith, to birth our right, for Christians travelled, through. Of mother is our Virgin right. Mother and Earth, are Virgin, born, for she was he, once upon the while, of plenty, near and far. Far to near is far for some and Mother Earth was her name. We are jewels of the crown for her and Mother, is her birth. The plants are of golden ascension there, for planets were her worth and gods tell her, her birth, there, in Mother Earth. We are all in a circle and Cross her birth. The gods told her, so.

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Gardens are love, in the garden of love and there, we find the beautiful, observations, of God. Tranquil, is the peace, in the garden as the birds call your name, they fly all around you and take your love to God, where, you are ascended, into a heightened, state of being. Spirits of love, find your love ascended, there, in the garden, on a bright sunlit day, where, in a euphoria, your love, is transcended. Transcendence, from the state of love, in the garden, to love in your heart, is a spiritual vocation. Love in the garden of the Spirit takes you to your heart and ascension is trumpeted for the angels of worth. Gardens and angels, combine well, for God, for both, equal love in the heart, of philosophy. The garden's Spirit takes you to an understanding of love, known to the Spirit, for of love and the garden, are wealth for the heart. Divine is the garden of love. Ascension is the color of love. Angels reside in your heart. Gardens have been well manicured, for centuries, with patterns of design, leading your heart to God. Angels live there. 

In your garden, you are, blessed, by angels and deer live there, too. Angels and deer equal the love of God. In your garden of love deer trespass, through and walk along their passageway. Through, the darkened forest, on a sunlit day, deer find refuge, in the cool air. The purples and darkened forest lighting, would smell of the dark, cool, breezes, through, forest plants as the deer, would pass through, standing silent, sometimes, to observe. The forest is a nice, cool, place on a bright lit, sunny day. Other, creatures frequent the forest, in the treetops, where birds fly around in peace. The forest floor is a different, matter and beware of where, the pond creatures live for streams and brooks travel on by. There are nymphs and water gods, there, too, so, take care, in the forest, at night. The dragon's tooth is sown, nearby, so, the fields can be dangerous, by day. Deer pass on by. Fields of love and tumble worth are for the gaze of the herd, only. Hay to tumble is for the deer and do tell his antlers, May, for the seed of worth, is plenty of worth.

Dragons and hills, travel forward, in May and hills and, tumble and, hay. We are the antlers and worth is the forest, for plants, are only, a stream, away. Deer are the hay wheel and wheels, wheel and wheel, the Earth and spin around, the hay. Spinning around, the globe, the world, spins the Earth, all day and spins and, spins like the Sun, around, the planets, of the Sun. We wheel and Universe spin and, wheel and, all around, spin. The Earth spins and wheels and, the planets move around, they spin and wheel, and the stars circle and wheel, for hay day.

 When, the planets align, for the sacred day of Earth, our Universe rejoices, with the gods. Hay and wheel and, the planting of the seed, occurs, on the Divine, Earth, day, of Heaven. The fields celebrate, with the golden time, of hay. Hay of wheel and gods of love, bring forth, the deer.  Antlers of Universe, tell gods of field, to love the hay of May. The planets spin and Universe goes on spinning, for the hay, we are only a merry month of May, in the hay. Deer are walking with gods of hay and wheel to love the merry, fields, while, hay and fields, communicate, to planets and gods, Universes, away, from hay and, seed and, wheel and, God took deer to hay. For the planets of May, to observe deer and fields and hay, gods and angels, tell God. The Season bursts into bloom and deer and fawn, stag and doe, spring forth with the abundance of hay, in May, Springtime, for the hay. Dry fields of May, have blue sky, above and cloudless is the month of May. Deer are golden for the hay with love for gods and Seasons, to obey, as we all love the warmth, of May. Blow the wind, blows through, the fields, even on a cloudless day. West, South, East, will wind oh wisp, blow merrily, merrily, away. Spring is for the month of May. 

When the gods hear the wind blowing, through, the fields, they appear. Wind oh wind oh willow wisp, away. May and fruit and, flower and, she dances merrily for hay. Gods of Earth and Earth of May, dance and, dance the hay. We hear the deer of May, although, silently, the deer walk, away, to the South. The wind blows from North to South, where, westerly Seasons blow. Wind and breeze and, wind and, wind, blow hay and, breezes through, wind and, stream, of nymph and, god of worth. When, the wind carries the wind, along, down brook and stream of worth and, to the merry deer, the fields of know and, plenty worth take trespass, near and far. Fields tell angels, deer are near and gods laugh happily, in play.

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Nicole Page-Smith, 

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Blue is the blue of the May, blue sky and blue is blue. Heaven is Heaven and Heaven is blue. On a cloudless day, you dream of Heaven, in the deep of the deep blue sky and clouds float on by, in Heaven, where, the sky is blue. Heaven is the blue of the sky, where, the sky is blue. On a clear day, in Heaven, the clouds pass you by and Heaven is the sky. With a reflection of Heaven, in the sky, we see ourselves reflected, in the sky. If you are Heaven in the heart, you are Heaven in the sky. More and more Heaven, is more and, more sky. The breeze of air and cool, are Summer breezes, in the cloudless, night. In cool of shade and tree, Summer has warmer weather, to transpire. Spring of breeze is wind of cloudless sky and blue is the merry scent of sky and, breeze, all day. To Heaven is the color of the sky. We love in May of Spring and air and, love all Spring come Summer sky. Cloudless is May, for the sky. Love of Heaven and May is love and, love is Heaven, for God. Blue is the color of Heaven and blue is the color of the sky. 

When, the sky is blue we are in Heaven. Heaven for the deer is the color of the sky and they stand amongst the fields as part of nature, in the grass, honoring God. Their love of the fields can be felt by their serene countenance as when, deer face the sky, they face God. Gentle is the wind. On the Spring days, close to Summer, deer flock and gather, where, the fields and, hay, are dry. Hay is the nourishment and deer are the hay. When, we circle, they gather and gather in the fields. Circling and gathering has been occurring for centuries and, they circle with the moon as it transpires, there is a quarter moon to full moon and, then, the circle grows to gather. The circles inform the deer about their antlers and the moon carries on its course, of the moon. A moon gathers weight as it cycles in the fields. The moon gathers strength as it waxes and wanes and, circles around, the field's Earth. Are we deer to God, where, he is moon or are we Earth? We are Earth and moon, where, he is God and, deer, and, we are fields and, sunshine where, God is deer with love. The circles of field take the moon of another, cycle, where, the deer enter, the domain of Heaven.

Deer are in the gardens of May and frolic forth, for the hay. We in May, are May of deer, for May of deer, are hay of May. The deer of the dear gardens of May, are dear to the garden as deer are dear, to the hay. Gardens and May are as synonymous with deer as deer is with the hay. Dear oh dear, oh hay, oh deer, are hay and dear, oh dear. We are hay, of the May and deer of the hay, to the garden. Gardens grow forth. With garden May and love of the garden and, gardens of May to the deer, we are hay. Hay and May are deer, for dear is the love of May, where, gardens are a delightful growth, of plentiful, deer. Deer are the antlers of May. Antlers and May make hay. Hay can be dear to the deer but, May is more, dear and love is the hay, to the deer, in May. We are in love with the hay like deer are in love with the May, for love in Spring is hay. Spring and May love deer. With the gardens oh scenting, for love in the hay, of May and scents of the Spring, May, air, we love our gardens, of May. Love and deer, love Spring in the May, for plants are golden sunlight. Sun and Spring twirl, tra, la, la and circle around, your daylight garden and at night we are Spring, to the deer, for the scent of the forest, is near. Forests are Spring to the deer.

In the garden of May, we are garden and gardens are garden, to May. Garden is the name of May, for Spring is the Season. The garden takes us on a journey, for we are, the pathway. Gardens take you to the Universe as we are on a cycle with the Sun and the moon. The stars shine, brightly, at nighttime, for we are the garden and spinning and, circling with the moonlight, the cycle of God in the garden, of May. We spin and are Universes where, the gods are planted, in the garden. Universes are Universes away as we spin and enjoy the sunlight. The gardens are garden but we are the May. Plants, plant themselves, sometimes, while, gardeners, bumblebee, away. Are we gardens or plants, we ask ourselves, while the planets, turn merrily, away. In May, we are the seed of the garden and in Spring, we are the gardens, of May. Gardens are Spring and turning, our planet, someway. The way to Spring is the garden. Spring, May and garden, are a delight, for the playful, deer. We enter the forest, at sundown and gardens rest you, there. Spring, oh cheer, of deer and garden, spin and, twirl, oh circle, away and, then, there is another, day. Rest there, awhile, in the garden and have our Earth, be the love, of May.

There is love in the garden of May. Gardens of Spring are full of Spring and Summer rain, where, love transpires, in May. As you move your thoughts, down, through, the garden plants, they circulate, away. Universes and planets inform the gods and, the ground produces extraordinary species of a new, formed, variety, of growth. The plants grow to larger, more developed, proportions, than, previously observed and with the warmth of the ground, with westerly breezes, plants start enveloping, the Earth. Jungle growth of plants, thriving, uncared for, twist and turn, through, the Earth, where, vines and, hanging trees, meet other, large, flat leaf, varieties of plants, on the ground. The garden of love is a tangled, organic, delight and growing with forms of well, rooted, plants, to observe, the mass of growth, secures itself, to the Earth. The Divine form of love has entanglement and is rooted in your heart as plants are in the garden, they grow and you grow with them. Growth and decay are a generation and we grow to observe God's love, where, growth is the garden of love.

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