stopping by hills on a lovely day©
Whose hills these are i wander through,
whose skies above are the bluest blue?
I hope he sees me
stopping along the way,
to gaze at all the beauty on this day.
My heart must find it clear,
to stop and feel what's near.
He gives the clouds a shake,
just to give the sun a break.
Between the sun and shining sea,
i am in awe of how night comes to be.
The only sound that can be heard,
is the lovely song of a bird.
The hills are alive with rhyme,
but i only have so much time:
but i only have so much time!
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