A can flies out the window of the car and tumbles down the embankment coming to rest in the ditch. A passing train has the distinguishing marks of the Arabic language painted on its side. In the distance the roar of a chain saw makes its mark as the tall pine trees create a pounding sound as they hit the ground. 
Earth—the perfect place to dream, dance, walk in the rain, eat apples, ask questions, laugh, walk barefoot, whistle, hum, see a sunrise, keep a promise, smell the roses, be happy.
….the whole earth is full of His glory.” …..the earth will wear out like a garment’…….the earth has been given to me to protect, restore and pass to the next generation. Let there be a renewed respect for the earth,……and let it begin with me.
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