I walk through fields of clover
and tramp through forests so green,
then climb the nearby hillside
where the aroma is fresh and clean.
I see the ravine below
where a river seems to roar.
The sparkling water flows swiftly
as I walk down the hillside to the shore.
Here I acquire a feeling of satisfaction
from all of my personal cares,
and in my solitude I envision
an answer to my dreams and prayers.
The picturesque scene is all around me.
I begin to meditate,
for here I am all alone with Nature,
and all of my negative thoughts terminate.
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