I do not own Trigun / Vash "the Stampede": he belongs to the amazing Mr. Yasuhiro Nightow.
Things Vash may have pondered, at least part of the time, during all the many years when he wandered alone.
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Peace
A new day dawns upon the dunes
I see its light 'mid setting moons
This morn is silent, all is still
The winds are losing night's deep chill
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So many colors fill the skies
And greet the suns as they arise
The sands reflect some hues less bold
Until the morn turns wholly gold
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This world, though lacking Earth's green plains
(And lacking also enough rains)
Is not without its own beauty
Laid out for those with eyes to see
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O God, forgive us - plants, and men
We've wandered from Your paths again
And we forget to thank You, too
'Tis we, not You, who've been untrue
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You have provided all we need
We have here air, and soil, and seed
Though water's lean, it can be found
At times hidden beneath the ground
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And You gave wisdom, long ago
That caused "plant" kind at first to grow
My sisters give now to humans
The water needful in these lands
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Help us relearn that peace, in part
Grows best inside a thankful heart
And help us not to overlook
The wisdom written in Your book
