The sound of quaking leaves fill the air
My feet bare,
In the grass that tickles.
Pools of water shine like nickels.
Birds sing their songs
All the day long...
The sky breathes fire behind the mountain slope;
This is where I cope.
Here on the plains of wild flowers;
I come here all hours
To watch the beauty unfold.
To hear stories untold.
Come with me,
Where the sun greets me
With its everlasting kiss
One I truly miss.
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