Ah!
Beauty of Earth with
Canopies of shade from
Deciduous trees and
Evergreens of mountain.
Fullness of colour
Glide down the
Hills of
Innocence.
Joy to behold
Kingly crests and
Low valleys.
Mockingbird
Not silent, but
Oh what a joy to hear.
Playing monkeys and
Quarrelling squirrels finally
Rest at evening,
Silently going
To hiding places
Under the blackening trees, just
Visible in the twilight.
Willows dance with the wind in
Xeric soil underneath a
Yearning
Zenith.
 
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