The Tuscan Hills Of Autumn Poem by Kim Hoolihan

Such beauty I have ever seen.
Olive trees, and fields of green.
As far as the eye can see.
The soft caressing breeze.
Tranquil, so peaceful.
Just the rustle of dancing trees.
Like a silence never heard.
Sweet humming of a distance bird.
If heaven is a place, this must be so near.
No worries or sense of fear.
Only a feeling of intense pleasure.
Of a sight the heart should treasure.
To sit and dream and be as one.
In the Autumn of the Tuscan sun.