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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.
Innocent, lovable little thing, Oh the joy that you can bring, Forever you're the sign of spring, Frolicking in your dancing ring.
Dark oak trees, reaching to the sky with twisted hands, claw at the midnight clouds, all dressed in silver. Golden branches upward, the great oak touched the light of heaven.
I walked in a flowery field. Field so beautiful a tear did fall. Fall past my body and onto a petal. Petal of a daisy so gracious and small. I carried on, careful not to trample.
The day has gone It's almost done Time is moving The sun has shone As we gently glide to sleep We sit and watch the fluffy sheep Eating away at the grass We look as we walk past We climb in...
Of the many tender, gentle hearts that walk this earth there is one tenderer and gentler than all others.
'Twas nearing dusk, yet still the air was filled, With life abundant flitting on its busy rounds and I, My fitting tribute to a day so fine as this, was called, To wander 'pon a long worn path, an...
Life as a sheep, Now that would be great, Just eating grass, And staying up late, Wandering aimlessly, Baaing all day, Digesting greenery, I could live that way, No exams or interviews, Sorrow and...
Soft grass silenced my footfall as I ran dancing through the trees. Jade green leaves caressed my face and hair as I delightedly twirled by.
Take a walk. Hold my hand. I'll take you to. The promised land. Where everything is calm. The grass a brightly green. The air as fresh as roses. The houses nice and clean. The birds will softly sing.
A Dark Cloud is building, Fattening in the Summer heat, looming in the west As the gusty winds intensify.
Even the smallest breeze,. Through fresh spring leaves,. Or laying back,. On some old mac,. Hearing birdsong,. Slowly drifting along,. White spotted skies,. And fresh baked pies,.
Beer and afternoons well spent in pleasure and good company consumed, taken in at leisure time not passing nor the need of life's petty, grey attachments borne out from necessity leave us lone with...