Hills beyond the meadows peek,
Calls back the Earth for then retreat,
Lo! Gone away with swooshing sweep,
Caressing voyager ambling breeze.
Atop the sun momentarily though,
A flash of golden to and fro,
Slithering past the grasses away,
Darkening shades of shadows grey.
Charming glint, a sparkle white,
Pleasant tunes of songs delight,
Bliss of spirit, timeless scene,
Spell of mirth, the joy of being.
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