The swaying of the tree's
In a gentle summer breeze
Sets my mind at ease
Beauty is all I see
Hill tops covered green
As far as can be seen
Just like a dream
The feeling is so serene
I lay in the grass
Watch the world pass
Knowing it will last
Long after I've breathed my last
4-24-07/RjH
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