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I stood upon the hills, when heaven's wide arch Was glorious with the sun's returning march, And woods were brightened, and soft gales Went forth to kiss the sun-clad vales.
If this is the end of the world I'd just like to say. I'll admit that I didn't believe it, That it's not just like any other Friday. If I don't meet anyone today, And the world decides to end.
The leaves are blowing. Just for me. Twirling swirling. Beneath the tree. They seem so playful. In the breeze. Dancing prancing. Completely free. The colours mesh. So beautifully. Rusty red.
I wonder about lots of things Big and small I often have questions Can't answer them all I wonder why all the birds Fly and migrate. Why some of the world delicacies Are really ever ate.
The start, The end, The poets friend, The writers song, All day long, As darkness does fall, Upon us all, We laugh and smile, This whole odd while, And yet besides, The frost resides, Hidden in...
The rising moon gentles the night, Softens the stars glittering bright, Tucking cloaks of shadowy robes Into the hillsides rippling folds.